To all poet

Poetry is the art of the mind with words. It can do many of the thing all art covey. Paint a picture, flow like a song, and even tell a story. Poets are greedy because they seek for control.

To all the poet- (take pride)

To all the poet who make magic with words
What honour do you feel?
You are voice of a thousand generations
You are the maker
The dreamer
The seer
You are the voice of many unheard
You are the voice of a dying nation
Do not coy
For you are guilty of words
Come on paint with words
A Writer of hidden riddles
Dance these message into words
A trickster of word
Oh how well you manipulate these words
Humour or sad angry fumes
Burn towns with blues
You puppet masters
Master of words
I've heard of such mystical rulers
An Army with neither sword nor shield
But a pen in one hand
And a paper another
Such wonder you create
I know not what dark art used
But you are the broken voice of boys and girls
A poet is the given name
But other names have been used
A power so great none can compare
A name only some must earn
Anyone can play with words
But only a poet can rule these words.

By mask- of- shadow