We are poets –
the lot of us.
We gather monthly – weekly – daily.
With our descriptive words
we open doors to other worlds.
With our written words
we share our most personal thoughts and feelings.
We share our fantasies
in a humorous and delightful way.
We see the most common things
from a completely different angle.
Our expressive phrases
deliver us from inner torment
to love and acceptance.
We fight our battles
with pen and paper.
Our battles can be
short and brief
or long and lengthy.
We can be precise
with rhyme and meter
or silly and nonsensical.
with no form at all.
What do you want from us?
We are poets.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem