Poets are word gangsters
Masters of speech
Poets are here to preach, teach
And even make you think
Poets can lift up or tear down
Manipulate your mind
Poets can help you understand
The stuff in life you find
Poets can help you focus and clarify
Poets can help you make sense
Of the things that make you cry
Poets can demystify and make things more clear
Poets can help to identify the things you hold dear
Poets can help you express the mess you find yourself in
Poets can help to find a way out and show you how to begin again
Poets help you with feelings
To keep you from reeling
And flailing all about
Poets may help you with things that you have large doubts about
Poets can make you
Energize
Not criticize
Organize
And realize that in order to rise
You have to sympathize
See things from another’s perspective
Harmonize and become selective about the things you choose
It’s called walking in someone else’s shoes
Get to know a poet
Become one yourself
Buy a poet’s book
And don’t leave it on the shelf
At the end of the day
A poet can help you
Heal
Feel
Love
Hate
A poet will help you to relate
I am a word gangster
A master of speech
I am a poet
Well within your reach
Whether you know a poet personally
Or have one whose works you like to read…
Have a poet in your life
It may be all you need
About the Creator
Susan Wilkins
I write stories and poetry. Lately I have put up a science fiction story and a children's story. I love to write and Vocal has given me a platform to do that. P.S. I love reader comments! Let me know what you think. Please enjoy!
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Six Feet Under
Buried alive. What a horrible way to go. Yazz lay there, in her own thoughts. What else could she do? She was hungry, thirsty, tired, mentally, and physically exhausted, and more than anything, she was bored. She hoped she would die of boredom before anything else, anything else would've been more painful. Like many people had, she and her friends had talked about what they reckon the worst ways to die were, it was a morbid subject, but it came up every now and again. Yazz had always been one to argue her point on drowning, others had mentioned burning alive, slowly and painfully bleeding to death, hung drawn and quartered, and being starved to death. It was strange that none of them had considered being buried alive, it had never come up. But now, she was thinking back to those conversations her and her friends had had, how could they have not thought about it? It took a lot longer than the others, you were completely confined, you couldn't move or do anything, you just had to wait, until your body was physically unable to support a life system anymore, which could take up to four days. Four! By far the longest out of all of them. She recounted some of these conversations just to try and pass the time, anything to pass the time. It was difficult to know how much time had passed since she had been underground, it was difficult to know anything. There were many things that Yazz didn't know, she didn't know where she was, she didn't know how she'd got into the coffin, she'd just woken up there. Yazz also didn't know what time it was, or even what day it was, she guessed at Tuesday, it was Sunday evening when she'd been buried alive, intentionally, and although it had felt like weeks had passed, she was still alive, which means she hadn't died from dehydration, and therefore it couldn't have been more than four days.
By Liam Storma day ago in Fiction
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