PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

Nowadays

there’s too many

of what I call

ice poets

cool, calculating;

calm and collected

they sculpt their poems

from Arctic tundra

Me, I’m a poet of fire;

of raging passion

I pluck my craft

from the inner reaches

of the human heart

Barred from the Ivory Tower

I drift the streets at night

searching for warmth

and none is found

The fire within being

my only sourced of heat

I toss the ideas, thoughts,

feelings and intuitions

into the stewing broth

The flame quickly simmers

and melts away the ice

and the raging fever

of pure poetic inspiration

remains extant in my heart

In the woods of poetry

I hide from bears and wolves

but keep my hands warm

by the burning firewood

In dreams, in inspiration

the raging passion and hope

of the flaming poet

continue, incandescent

in their total being

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