The Punk Poet's SoulA Poem by PunkPoe
"The Punk Poe's Soul"
I'm The Punk Poet drunk on poetry I make the lines flow with symmetry Inside my mind a bouquet of words I use them as my emotional swords Every last syllable must have candor Everything I write is fact not slander When I verse poems it's a symphony Each time I do another it's an epiphany Where did it come from I have no clue I can't believe what it's grown into Three short years ago I hit a bump Now look at all the rhymes I pump Am I a natural you must tell me Never wrote a poem till I was 50 Suddenly one day the alphabet was alive It was true poetry my heart would devise Straight from my gut, blood, sweat & tears Self medicate so numbness disappears Seems my gift helps more than just me Healing people doesn't require a degree I love to write, it's become my passion Doing what you love always in fashion Ok writing community get ready to see The Punk Poet's book "Prison of Poetry" The Punk Poe… Always Be Punk… Always Be Drunk… (On Poetry) © 2024 PunkPoeAuthor's Note
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1 Review Added on February 21, 2024 Last Updated on February 21, 2024 AuthorPunkPoeSpringfield, MOAboutI'm the self proclaimed Punk Poe, the writer of Punk poetry. I started writing in 2017 and I haven't put down the pen yet. You want strange, raw, weird, horror or love red my work. You never know what.. more..Writing
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