Bard

A poet is a dreamer who's ears are his heart

A term schemer molding word clay his art

Cracks the shell, peals away skin of what others see

Taps the well, feels water within, clears away debris

Past in present sung, bathes in emotion all day long

Pen for tongue, in feeling ink sings his song

In drops of pain in black dye rain tells the truth in lies

Reflected stain of nature explain in mirrored paper skies

Reviews

[Dylan Macadham]

Impressive!
I guess maybe everyone is a poet in their own way, but some are cursed with a need to write it down :)

[Soren]

Indeed and so am I. Thanks for the read and comment

[Beren]

Wow this is actually a pretty good explanation. Every line has an other poem in it. Sounds like a real poet to me!

[Soren]

Thank you so much for the read and kind words of support. I don't consider myself a poet just a dreamer