I write words on paper,
For anyone to read,
And rhyme them as best as I can,
Wondering if they’ll succeed.
I wonder if people will like them,
If they’ll even give them a glance,
If I should write what the others are writing,
or should I take a chance?
I write upon napkins,
Notebooks, odds and ends
For my self or my family,
My crushes or my friends.
I don’t care for negativity,
I write the best I can,
to express and share my feelings.
High ratings, aren’t my plan.
I write to get my feelings out,
And to show compassion and devotion.
For people to see who I am,
And every feeling and emotion.
I crave criticism,
So I can improve my skill,
I beg for analysis,
Because improvement is my will.
I am a poet,
My words will be imprinted in time,
My words will be saved,
For all to read my rhyme.