We Are Poets Poem by Alade Abayomi Idris
We Are Poets
We are poets
Users of verses and rhymes
With our nightingale throats
We sing songs deep
The deaf ears of bullies
Our angelic hands write
On wall before bad kings.
We are poets
We are the eyes of our countries
Menders of our world
Individually we sing
In group we are heard
We write on winds
People catch cold
We write on water
It cleanses body, soul and mind
We write on sun
The world receives new light;
On moon
Sweet dream of morrow kill despondency
Like stars we sparkle
In the sky people look up to.
We are poets
We are God chosen
To path sea with our pens
For innocent people to pass
And with the same pens
Immerse oppressors in their oppression.
We are poets
We clad love in best clothes
Beat drum for hearts to dance
Its rare jocund dance
And give life to people's actions
In their importance.
We are poets
We live with our works
Our voices remain audible
Even as air finishes in our lungs
And our throats rot away.
We dwell everywhere
And in beautiful heart of men.
We are poets
We spy the world
At night and day
We write from our eyes
And take to our only home
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Excellent words of poetic depth and meaning, all poets strive to dwell in the hearts of people all over the world. Thanks to poemhunter we are given that chance to explore all opportunities to live in and with our work! Give you a 10, I love this poem and your portrayal of poets. Thank you for sharing. RoseAnn
we are poets. we are all poets. day by day we keep writing, and whether or not they are read, we must keep writing. nice job there.
Excellent piece. It has always been the scribes that report the wrongs in the world and be damned the repercussions. Regards Craig
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With our nightingale throats We sing songs deep The deaf ears of bullies Our angelic hands write On wall before bad kings. this is an excellent meditation on the vocation of poets.. to be a poet is a great call of God. we shall together change this world through our writings.. we shall turn the humanity from insane cruelty into goodness and love. we shall create a kingdom of love. thatnk you for making me think a lot of the call of a poet.. tony