Poems: Words Of A Poet

Words Of A Poet

I speak in rhyme,
While still trying to keep time,
I speak with perfection,
Which is handled very carefully with tension,
I voice my opinions,
Take down my suspensions,
Mask my superstition;

I speak out,
Though I don't shout,
I come from thoughts,
That are all tangled in knots,
I snap my fingers to the beat,
And you listen while you take a seat;

I am a master of words,
I'm key with soft spoken chords,
Standing around talking,
And the fingers are still snapping,
No one is clapping;

I feel calm,
I got no sweat on my palms,
Though I look emotional,
I look uncontrollable,
I feel like it,
I do like it;

I speak with life,
When things are lifeless,
My words cut like a knife,
When things are heartless;

These are just the actions and words of a poet,
For that, I know,
I feel silent,
Yet my voice is full of talent,
I can't fight it,
Nor can I stop it,
But I sure do enjoy it;