PoemsBrowse PoemsSlamsFresh DropEchoes
LearnWriting TipsPoetry TermsPoets & ArtistsBooksFor Teachers
ExplorePoetry GenomePoem MapEchoesTake ActionGroups
AboutWrite a PoemDonateSign UpLog In

Why I Write


It’s something I love and something I’m good at

I rather write than doing something I’ll regret

                                                                                            When I’m mad I don’t give a damn                              

About whom you are or where I am

Filled with power I will react

Without a second thought I will snap

Becoming that demon we all hide

Then it’s bye-bye to my noble side

I don’t get mad easily like I used to

Since I found something smooth

Minority of things still release the bomb

So I write to retrieve the calm

My thoughts are constantly inside

But on these pages they come alive

I live, hear, and breathe every word

Minus that my opinion is unheard

My problems are not that serious

But others are more delirious

This is why I write

No need to explain because you get the idea from reading this page.

 

©All Rights Reserved

Something wrong with this poem?

Share

Replies are closed for this poem.

Your Poem's Voice

See what makes your poem unique — its voice, energy, themes, and the literary traditions it draws from.

Comments (0)

No comments yet. Be the first to share your thoughts.

Log in to leave a comment.