Language of the Soul (Caffeine_Dreams)

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by PoetsPub

by PoetsPub

Caffeine_Dreams
2020 January Winner
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Language of the Soul

I'm a poet,
But would you know it,
If not for a name?
For what is in a name?
Even sweet Juliet knew,
It would mean the same
Without a label to lay claim.
No, it's not in a name.

Poetry is in our soul.
Its voice,
Dying to be heard,
Whispers lyrical words of passion.
Like a muse,
It provides inspiration.
Its truths giving clarity
To our disclosures on paper.

Poetry is in us all.
A poet,
By any name at all,
Simply listens,
When the soul talks.