Because I Write
I write because I breathe
Because it feeds my deepest hunger
Because I have hair on the nape of my neck
And the creeks always rise
Compelling like that book you just can’t put down
Comforting like a cozy blanket when crisp
Like music that dances off the paper
Like joy that exceeds expectations
My attraction to words confounds
I soar in the sophistication
Of how words in succession
Take on life, take on meaning
Solemn sorrow
Enduring ethereal
Words move
Poetry evokes
In the written word I am content
My proclivity to create, impassioned
Artists create pictures with paint
Poets create pictures with words
Poetry breathes
I inhale
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Author:
Katie B. (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Yet another poem about my passion for writing.
- Category: Reflection
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Well written, the poem "Because I Write" revolves around the profound connection between the poet and the act of writing. It emphasizes how writing is not just a craft but a necessity—akin to breathing—that fulfills a deep emotional and creative hunger. The poem explores the transformative power of words and poetry, portraying them as vital forces that evoke feelings and imagery.
A beautiful poem of passion poured into an intoxicating drink of words. I feel this as well and identify with its force. Loved it
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