A Poets Heart

A poet does translate his heart
And inscribes it on a page
So forever it might live on
Through time and death and age

He cares not what you think of his reasons
He cares not, for you don't understand
You may think that his ways are just folly
For he lives with his heart in his hand

But his heart in his hand be his compass
And it guides him wherever he be
For the heart as you know it is blind
But it knows what the eyes cannot see

His heart, it is a traveler
A voyager of many seas
Or maybe like the skylark
Soaring high above the trees

Wherever his heart does take him
Wherever his heart does stray
Whatever he dreams he ventures
And his heart does lead the way

Pity the poet if wished
Mock his heart pure and true
Laugh at what you cannot grasp
But honor him I do

Reviews

[The Analog Kid]

Very nice rhyming. Isn't it amazing how many poems we can write about poets. Love the subject.

[cfix]

WOW!! This is really amazing, This touched my heart.
Your words are just sp magical. I like this poem a bunch!

[Coyote Poetry]

Words of the old and new Poets may be sad. In the end the words are to glorify love and the kind emotion. Without the writers and Poets history would be but lies and not true tales. Read a Mark Twain book "The War Prayer". War was bad then and no different today. He was banned. We need our Hemingway, Nevile Shute and Kosinski. Your poem is outstanding. Thank you.
Coyote

[little lily Bride of Ch..]

Wow ! this is very Lovely i feel many a ones that speak purely and utterly from the heart at times some of ones work can not be understood only by ones that have experinced it or look past their eyes and yes the heart sees what the eyes can not. Lovely work here ! this is going in my Library

[alesuriko]

Very lovely. Great flow and beautiful rhyme and rhythm as seen in your other poems. Again, I don't believe in any sort of deity but this is a great religious piece. Nicely written.