i dont write poetry...
i sweat poetry, i drink poetry,
i breathe poetry, i make love to poetry,
i fight poetry, i eat poetry,
i bleed poetry, i crap poetry...
too often i betray poetry,
sometimes i dropp poetry.
once i tripped over poetry,
got angry and kicked poetry.
i rocked poetry on a sleepless night,
i buried poetry on the hill...
i lived poetry, for i am poetry...
no, i dont write poetry,
but poetry writes me!
Holy Guacamole! ! Love this one......my friend in poetry....Stevie Taite would see herself in this poem: -)
a poet`s soul.... mystic massage of a poet. i like this poem. it is true and real)
Poetry makes you concentrate, In the same way as taking the water out of fruit juice makes it concentrate....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I love Martins comment down there!