YOUR POEM IS A PERSON

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Your poem is a person,

Or so this poem thinks.

What is a person?

A creature who stares and blinks.

A creature who’s there, but isn’t.

I was hurt so I want to hurt.

I was loved so I want to love.

A person may really seem pleasant,

But they would rather love a dog.

They are not really going to love you.

They will treat you like a thing.

They will try to manage the marriage,

And see what “it” can bring.

And poets, too, are not able to understand.

The truth is, a person is the measure,

And poems cannot hide

Their poet. Poems are flights where people land.

A poem is a person, and you can see

How loving he is by his poetry.

 

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