~ The
Poet's Muse ~
The poet jots scribbles
in all kinds of ink
some fact, some fiction
where verses run deep
Sunshine and rainbows
dark cloudy days
Angel's in Heaven
their words can portray
Dabbles on paper
a ballet in rhyme
'oft times a mystery
t'ween each single line
An evening in Venus
thoughts set adrift
candles and moonlight
a vampire's kiss
Babies and friendships
tears of lost love
siblings 'n spouses
and those up above
Jotting on canvas
their stories in ink
provoking, inviting
thoughts nearly speak
Drippings 'oft spill
droplets of hate
stories of homeless
murder 'n rape
Poets are different
'n they understand
life and its purpose
to every born man
Words touching others
attracting all sorts
a way of coping
is the writer's resort
The poet may tread
where you dare not go
jotting hard facts
from deep in their soul
Scribbles on paper
all written in verse
ah, the poets mind
is 'oft times a curse
© Rose Marie Streeter
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