Poets and Their PoetryA Poem by Stonz P.I hear poets, poets and their poetry. It is hazy and eerie but I can see Few crafting poetry, some thinking of it and oh so many imagining doing it, misinformed of the differences made. I worry, Doesn't easily amassed validity negate beauties unearthed in uncertainties of juxtaposing sounds with sights or touch with intoxicating smells Or vice-versa, just mix it all up, do more, who cares but who else if not you, "the poet", who misguides those paying misguided attention to scrape on what your bloated ego feeds them to feel to. Are these times when lies are misconstrued supposedly truthfully or is it now the norm for a poet to attain a stature greater than poetry? I wonder, Where are the few? Why am I still thinking while countless myopic dreams come true? It is hazy and eerie and I see, I hear poets, poets and their poetry . . .
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StatsAuthorStonz P.Lakhnau, IndiaAboutMust you even try to know a soul that has nothing to confide even if you deny it the right to be a fly be free free from your questioning eyes expecting cries when the soul is nothing but a .. more..Writing
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