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poets see both with their eyes and with their heart. their job is to make one see differently the things one normally deems ordinary, and to make one feel passionate about things one would otherwise never consider desirable.

those who are seemingly misguided are the best poets, for somehow they see truly into the heart and into the words they convey.

poetry is a collection of one’s ramblings with a little added frosting for appearance.

poetry is meant to be questionable and misunderstood, for its meaning lies in the mind and heart of the reader.

actual poetry is not conceived by the poet. poetry composes itself. it is the job of the poet only to arrange the words into eloquency so that it is loved to be read by others.

poetry is all around us at all times. it is whether or not one leaves them as idle actions or whether one writes them on paper that determines who is and who is not considered a poet.

poetry lives in every person. a poet is different in the fact that he or she embraces and cherishes it and keeps it close to their heart.

poetry is meant to convey different visions for each who reads it. one literary work has as many different meanings as the number of people who have read it.

poetry is food for the hungry, drink for the thirsty, sleep for the weary, happiness for the downtrodden, medicine for the sickened soul, and fuel for the heart. poetry is whatever you wish it to be. it is all these things and more.




poetry is what you see, feel, hear, smell, and touch every day, even down to the smallest thing imaginable, for everything has its own story and history whether good or bad.

poetry from one’s heart is greater than any gold, silver, precious jewels, or any worldly possession, for one can never take away one’s words, thoughts, or feelings. a poet’s words will live long after he or she is gone from the world.

poetry is a dish whose size grows according to the number of people who show up for the feast, for the food of thought can never be devoured.

it does not matter how odd or irrelevant one may think one’s writings are, for if the words therein mean something to you, the work is priceless. and no matter how uncommon or different one may think one’s writings are, there is another in the world who will derive some sense from it. therefore, do not think yourself ever as an unworthy poet. it takes no special training to become a writer, only a thought elaborated upon.

-Moz Anderson
    Posted by MOZ on 2009-05-19 07:40:37 | Rating: | Views: 124
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I absolutely love this piece.
Posted by  Wintersong  on 2009-05-19 07:55:53 
  

CHISELED STONE



Our poems become statues from chiseled stone,

Chipped until beauty has been bonded to tone,

While essays might be considered huge blocks,

Now cut and polished but once just big rocks.


Thoughts and ideas will emerge with no sound.

Large boulders rising from out of the ground.

Quiet boulders, so seldom, if ever disturbed,

Never chiseled, nor polished, not even heard.

J
Posted by  OKOFCOURSE  on 2009-05-19 10:03:49 
  

CHISELED STONE



Our poems become statues from chiseled stone,

Chipped until beauty has been bonded to tone,

While essays might be considered huge blocks,

Now cut and polished but once just big rocks.


Thoughts and ideas will emerge with no sound.

Large boulders rising from out of the ground.

Quiet boulders, so seldom, if ever disturbed,

Never chiseled, nor polished, not even heard.

J
Posted by  OKOFCOURSE  on 2009-05-19 10:04:04 
  
And here on this page, the heart of a poet lay bared. Enjoyed reading your piece.
Posted by  greunie  on 2009-05-19 22:52:32 
  
that was truly awesome. And I'm not just saying that to return kind words.. I REALLY THOUGHT THAT.. awesome post, awesome author.. xx
Posted by  lolav  on 2009-05-20 01:01:33 
  
Poetry showed me how it was to believe in fate and destiny.
Poetry showered me with inspiration and knowledge.
Poetry made me begged for more hurt in my life.
The beauty of poetry is you always see it as honesty even if its full of lies.

Ah. MOZ this was lovely.
Ignore my sad definition of poetry.xxx

Loves you.xxxx
Posted by  brainfreeze21  on 2009-05-20 01:06:33 
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