Never love a poet

Never love a poet, for poets are insane

They feed on their words, and drown in their pain

Never love a poet, for they try to forget

Even their own joy, so they'll never regret

Never love a poet, for they always tell lies

Not to hide the truth

Not even to bend it

But to shout whenever truth dies

Never love a poet, for poets are agnostic

Hardly they believe, even their own words

Yet write much more, and disbelieve the world

All to fit their hearts, their words are hyponastic

Never love a poet, for poets need time

To stop and smell a rose

To mourn at a stranger's funeral

To envy every mime

Yet never hate a poet, for never they are the same

Never have they worn a mask

To hide all they lack

Never hate the person, never hate the name

Reviews

[Matthew Kult]

Hello M. Kilani,

An excellent poem with a wonderful flow. I must agree with you although I can and will only speak for myself. I have always thought of myself as a bit odd, with the torturing of women and all. However, I think I do it all for the poetry, the ability to take the woman's life then immortalize them in their worst pain.

It's exhilirating.

Regards,

Matthew

[M.Kilani]

Thank you for your review Matthew, although it's been posted two years ago yet reading it now makes me feel better, thank you again, hope to hear from you soon.
Regards,
Mohammad.

[Coyote Poetry]

A very interesting poem. I have met some nasty and mean Poets in my time. Mostly nice one's but. I like this poem. You are correct. A Poet wants to express everything in a logical sense. A outstanding poem.
Coyote

[Cherrie Palmer]

ya know this is both profound and fun and from one who stricks a prose from time to time I loved it