Penned Words (Compilation of my Poems)

I Am No Poet, Only Poetic

I am no poet, only poetic

who could never kiss the moon 

in the evening twilight;

nor a man with a heart of roses,

to exude the fragrance of his love.

I am no poet, who can pen 

profound mysteries about the past,

nor a man of beautiful promises

to be kept safe until the world is dust.

I am no poet, only poetic

who could never touch the souls

of every woman’s dreams;

nor a man with arms of a gladiator,

to protect her forever

from the shadows of her grief.

And as the sun sets in the horizon

from another blemished morning end,

resembles tears of thine eyes;

for my love for you, my majesty,

will never be enthroned 

into your kingdom,

like when I am with you, 

like I am to you,

my tongue speaks,

I am no poet, only poetic.