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When I was very young, I used to listen to those Calypso songs, and the rhyming was great. Maybe that's where I get all this from.

Submitted: August 15, 2017

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Submitted: August 15, 2017



I believe that a poet is one that is glad,

But others think that he or she is mad.

Sometimes they write words that don't rhyme,

And words that is way out of time.


But I believe a poet can write whatever they feel,

Whether it's make believe or it's real.

That pen of theirs is very busy indeed,

They grab words and make them bleed.


You find poets all over the place,

In every country, in every race.

Black, yellow, white, pink and blue,

They write their poems just for you.


The poem could be short or long,

It could be weak, and it could be strong.

It could be about love, and about war,

It could be about heaven, and a shining star.


Some poems can make you cry,

After reading, you begin to sigh.

Some can lift you really up high,

And others leave you asking, ''Why?''


Poets are not strange,

Nor are they derange.

Oh! No! They're not inane,

They're absolutely sane.

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