A poet is a warrior,
For he battles in his mind
To discover the perfect conclusion to his work,
Just as a warrior fights the opposing forces.
His pen is his sword.
Capable of showing the power of the soul.
He lives on eternally
Because of his writings.
He melds his heart and soul.
The poem itself now shares his life.
The two co-exist,
And since the poem will never die,
The poet will not either.
Together they form
The Immortal Warrior.
----- Christina M.
Poems are like music, having a beat,
Each line representing a note
Making sure that each line is carefully tuned.
Using your imagination
Or a memory
To come up with lines.
It could be sad or humorous
Or even both.
Reading it aloud to your class
And after, you get applause.
----- Kim S.
The Prisoner
A poet is like a prisoner,
In a dark, damp cell.
His words are the shovel
Which will help him to escape.
The words which will release him
Are just outside his grasp,
He racks his brain to find the words . . . . .
He discovers them at last!
-----Ed S.
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