We Are Poets

A celebration of writers and poetry

From where within my soul is it found?
A beautiful verse in rhyming round. 
With zealous search, eyes closed, heads reclined, 
in silence, mouthing words we choose to refine.

 

Being the antitype of many who walk on this earth, 
poets pen our thoughts by weighing a words worth. 
Writing what we mean and meaning what we write, 
we use our intellect alone and not our fists to fight.

 

Whether we write of love found or that of scorn,
maybe we will pen words of a death to mourn. 
Never the matter of what topic we compose, 
it's for certain that our thoughts we impose.

 

For some are blessed with many musical skills,
still others who can calculate telephone bills. 
But it is we who are given the greatest of ability -
that of communicating all of life’s complexity.

 

You may think that for hours we might labor,
only to write simple words upon some paper. 
One might even be so emboldened to inquire:
“Poet, of where do you think your work is required?”

 

In resounding triumph you would hear us sing:
Our words ended battles as well as humored kings.
We have lifted spirits and spread good cheer; 
some of us have brought an end to political careers.

 

So there good man, our labor has not been in vain.
Know this, that our poems will echo with refrain.
Writing our thoughts daily, we faithfully pen;
being poets before statesmen, we get the last word in.

Reviews

[Emily Elizabeth]

This is the poem to end all poems! A fantastic write! The concept of this is just inspired! You've written it so beautifully and with such a fine, eloquent touch as well. It flows wonderfully throughout. Thanks so much for sharing. I especially loved his verse:

'With resounding proclaim you would hear us sing;
Our words ended battles as well as humored kings;
We have lifted others spirits and spread good cheer;
A few of us have even ended several political careers.'

Long live poetry! :D

[Mark]

Thanks for the RR, Todd. This says with magnificent grace what most poets of competence have felt for years: "Denigrate us if you will, but ours is a real and a beneficial function. If you refuse to see that, it may be that you are a part of the problem, rather than the solution!"
Your hidden reference to Wordsworth ( I SO hoped I'd find others!) reminded me of a quip he once wrote to a particularly vexatious editor:

"Sir, I admit your general rule
That every Poet be a Fool
But you, yourself, serve best to show it:
That every Fool be NOT a Poet!"...

...and who among us has not wanted to send THAT reply to a rejection letter more times than once!

[CourtNny]

This relates to us all so well, I see. I really like what you did here.

"For some are blessed with many musical skills;
Still others who can even calculate telephone bills;
But it is we who are given the greatest of ability;
That of communicating all of life's complexities."

This stanza spoke to me the most. The last two lines of it are my most favorite because it is so true.
Thank you.

[Angelic Darkness]

This is a wonderful poem, and so true are your words.

We write what we mean, and mean what we write.

There is no hiding in our words.

We touched loves with our emotions, the greatest
gift we could give.

AD

[C.J.]

very nice poem i like it because it defines us poets perfictle but the not all poets are rhymers but good job none the less.
good choice for the poem nice one of the best so far!

[Nancy Lee Shrader]

Nicely done! I loved the rhyming and the statement it made on behalf of all poets everywhere. Our words will live on long after we are gone from this earth. That makes our words of worth. Using words instead of fists to get our point across to the world. Better still using words instead of guns.

Being the antitype of many who walk on this earth;
Poets pen our thoughts by weighing a words worth;
Writing what we mean and meaning what we write;
We use our intellect alone and not our fists to fight.


Yes we as writers and poets will get the last word in when all else fails.

So there good man our labor has not been in vain;
Know this, that our poems will echo with refrain;
Writing our thoughts daily we will faithfully pen;
Being poets before statesmen, we get the last word in.

[☮]

This is great. This should be the WC's National Anthem! I appreciated this and related to every line from the start to finish. Your rhyme scheme is great. The passion and confidence delivered in each stanza stays with the reader. As usual, very impressed.

I especially loved this:
"Being the antitype of many who walk on this earth;
Poets pen our thoughts by weighing a words worth; "

[Emily B]

We are poets. This is good stuff. Looking forward to reading more of your work.

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"For some are blessed with many musical skills;
Still others who can even calculate telephone bills;
But it is we who are given the greatest of ability;
That of communicating all of life's complexities." ~ My favorite part.

You have truly inspired me today. Thank you for writing this.

[HoorayForUnderdog]

HoorayForPoets! Especially love your closing line!!

[Nassira]

This is a wonderful poem! I like your rhymes but especially the meaning of this writing. It is so true that poets and writers :"we write what we mean and we mean what we write!" That is the way we communicate our thoughts and feelings best ... this is our tool! I really enjoyed reading your writing and I thank you so very much for sharing :)

Salam (peace) to you :)