There is no true greatest poet
We all have experiences
And find ways to show it
No one can say
"My words are the best"
Just show it to someone else,
And let that be the test
There are a few,
Widely known people
Who's vocabularies grew
And proclaimed it from steeples
We are the "little",
The un-proclaimed poets,
We stay pure in our feelings
Unlike manufactured "flow-its"
People should know,
There's no ugly poem
Just misunderstood people
Who try to show them
Some are better at the visual arts
But meaning has the most
Of all language parts
What would you say
If some were read aloud
By a well liked poet
In front of the crowd
But, truly It was
His poor little cuz'
Splaying his heart
On a piece of paper
Would it make the news
Or even a caper?
Try not to think
That someone who writes is wrong
Because sometimes
Kids write a song
We can't always assume
And go into a fume
Because we don't agree
But that's not the point, you see?
Poetry's tainted
By the way it is painted
It's written to portray
A portrait of the heart
But words are so small
They can only show one part
We say it's all in the reader's gain
But do we not all watch ourselves in vain?
If we were told a truth we did not want
Not even a hint of it,
On our conscience daunt.
The poem is not
For the reader,
But the poet
For the reader is not
The one trying to show it
Therefore either the reader knows
And the poet needs them to see
That the poet has lows
And needs to be free