IF BECOME A POET....

My pen, my friend,
he hangs about my chest,
with pride,he rests,
he writes but once per night

he'll write till dawn from now,
but should I thin my friend, for words for only few,

My pad , beauty,
I keep her on my stool,
she smiles, too sweet, I wish I wouldn't write

She won't get heavy and dirty
" NO“,
I'll write ,
I'll keep her smiles somewhere,
She was pretty, I know,


My mind will beg "will you write today",

"I have been small from the birth ",
" will you let me grow",

and if I ever become a poet, it was for my mind,

he chose no rest nor beauty, he chose to grow ..
MONK...

kennedymonk:
IF BECOME A POET....

My pen, my friend,
who hangs about my chest,
with pride, it rests,
It writes but once per night

It will write till dawn from now,
but should I thin my friend, for words for only few,

My pad , beauty,
I keep her on my stool,
she smiles, too sweet, I wish I wouldn't write

She won't get heavy and dirty
" NO“,
I'll write ,
I'll keep her smiles somewhere,
She was pretty, I know,


My mind will beg "will you write today",

"I have been small from the birth ",
" will you let me grow",

and if I ever become a poet, it was for my mind,

he chose no rest nor beauty, he chose to grow ..
MONK...

Nice poem

noble4d:

Nice poem

thank you sir... A shot to my arm indeed

IF I BECOME A POET

Three things I'll say to men like me,
these trees are what your life would be,

they grow ,
They are loved,
There cut, that's all.

Dad will think I am joking first,
then he'll love my carve,
then I grow and wrote again,
he'll think i should get a life,
when he sees the car I should drive,
the cap I should buy for him.


Mum will love her son,
I know,
she see him read and write,
more joy, he won't taste the wine,
indeed her son is sane,

when he comes of age and won't get a wife,
She'll hate his life I know,
She will wish he drank some wine,
he may get a wife as they.



If i become a poet
I'll deal with these three,
I'll grow not cut,
Cut not used, used that's not all
MONK...

Inspired!

I Hope I Become A Poet!

JigsawKillah:
Inspired!

I Hope I Become A Poet!

Glad it inspired you... BECOME A POET

IF I BECOME A POET

If I become a poet,


I'll paint the mountains red,
the hunter is afraid,

I'll tell the sun to die,
my farmer dad will frown,

the artist will be fine,
art will rise again.

I'll tell the rivers "stop"
the horses to be Grey,
if they want to say,
I'll make them fish and friends,

the artist must be fine ,
art must rise again.

then the morrow comes,
its breeze has come along,
the flowers made their homes,
who would risk a pick,
Farms reject the tool',
would dad accept the pain,
animals dance around,
the hunter plays the drum,


artist are fine today,
art has risen again,

MONK...

It intoxicates me as I read your poems......

If I become a poet I write my mind .....nature ...every sweet thing I see on my beautiful shit

Kisses

merit12:
It intoxicates me as I read your poems......

If I become a poet I write my mind .....nature ...every sweet thing I see on my beautiful shit

Kisses

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,, IF I BECOME A POET

The soldier will be pained
'how come you have my all'
you look too young for war

must we stay at war,


Their sword,

a pen to my hand
With this I changed a preacher,
they'll rather chain a Prince


Their shield
It's strong
See them flight death
Then me, fighting the people
Who is death better than the people


Their all

Strong and Sandy
Weak from war
much stories to say
But who will spear an ear

then returns me from no where
Children at my base
They wish I said a story
but I never fought a war

Let soldiers be poets for their sword , their shield and all



MONK...