As I sit and write my poetry
These two eyes of mine
See the talent I have in doing it
But what’s the use
When no one doesn't even noticed
This passion within me feels hot like fire
How I yearn to be heard worldwide
And touches anyone's soul
With my artistic words
I breathe poetry in every way
Thus when words fall
From the ink of my pen
I’m always  prepared
To form each one together
And create beauty on a sheet of paper
However; I’m hungry for recognition
And wish someone, anywhere,
Could hear my silent cries.

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Vic
over 3 years

We all do.

Leesaan Robertson
Leesaan Robertson
over 3 years

I agree "Vic". It's so hard not being able to connect with the right people who can help you grow as a poet and help you become well known globally.

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