I am not the poem
you read in hunter's web
i am not the simile
you read in rhythmic melody
i am not the methapor
nor personification nor hyperbole
eventhough my tounge can speak
literary language's soul
and my mind can blink
mystery of endless imagination
still i am not what you are thinking
yes my hand writes
romantic tone
from veins run the
blood of pen
to spell in solemn way
I AM A POET
with young strength of joy and pain
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
That's a really good poem.