I Dont Write Poetry!

Poem By Eric Cockrell

i dont write poetry...
i sweat poetry, i drink poetry,
i breathe poetry, i make love to poetry,
i fight poetry, i eat poetry,
i bleed poetry, i crap poetry...
too often i betray poetry,
sometimes i dropp poetry.
once i tripped over poetry,
got angry and kicked poetry.
i rocked poetry on a sleepless night,
i buried poetry on the hill...
i lived poetry, for i am poetry...

no, i dont write poetry,
but poetry writes me!

Comments about I Dont Write Poetry!

I love Martins comment down there!
Holy Guacamole! ! Love this one......my friend in poetry....Stevie Taite would see herself in this poem: -)
a poet`s soul.... mystic massage of a poet. i like this poem. it is true and real)
Eric, so nice of you. I like this poem..
Poetry makes you concentrate, In the same way as taking the water out of fruit juice makes it concentrate....

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