Poetry Inspires

     Something a lot of people don’t know about me is that poetry is my life. Since I was young I have read poetry and have always been able to find something moving, or inspiring in the words of others. A few years ago, I picked up a pencil and decided to try to write in the way that I loved reading.  When I first started out, I had a hard time finding things to write about, and most of my poems only got half way finished before I gave up and moved on. But as I practiced more, I started to see improvement in my poems, and some of them were even brought tears to the eyes of people I look up to. I started to notice that writing about activities, items, or anything I felt passionate about always turned out in my poems. Eventually I’d spend days weaving together words without stopping to take a break for anything. It entertained me, and continues to. Recently, Mr. Voley started bringing poetry into the classroom, and I embraced the opportunity to finally let my voice be heard. We read a poem, The Farmer by W. D. Ehrhart, and were asked to write a poem based on what we read. At first I didn’t know what to write, and was surprised when my pencil started moving. The words started flowing out onto the paper. I chose to write about a poet because poetry is what I feel most passionate about, but you’re going to have to be the one to judge the quality of the poem I created.

The Poet
The poet hides behind words
Words that inspire, words that are a spirit
Sewn together to make a mask
Pain, love, sorrow
A slow song, portraying inner beauty
A hope to go on
The poet writes to
Deliver the world from pain
To make a change
Stains of lead
Fingers mangled from years
Of expressing a reason
A reason for living…
A reason for loving…
Wisdom written in lines
In stanzas
In words
For you, the poet has hope
For you, the poet writes on