I Want to be a Poet

Sometimes I want to be a poet. I want to express myself in the poetry.

When I wake up in a faeries faerie dawn with my eyes are still closed. The birds are singing and my face are brushed caressed/kissed by the breeze. The air is filled with aromas the fragrance of flowers. and a ray of sunlight opens prying my eyes open. See how the dew drops of dew are sparkling sparkle on the leaves.

What a beautiful dawn! Why can't I describe it in a poem poetry? Because Alas I am not a poetess be. So and yet I want to be a poet hungered to become one in order to paint the this wonderful world.

It is because of your lack of vocabulary and not reading enough English poetry to get the form.  Once you know the form and the poetry language structure, you can soon write something like...  So you see, it is not hard to write.  The hard part is the road of learning.  You can try writing in Chinese first and then try to translate.  Join us at our group, "A Poet's Soul" where we discussed poetry in Chinese and English and how to translate from one to another.

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A faerie dawn, my eyes still closed.

Birds are in a song and dance,

And flowers exuding their fragrance to seduce my senses.

A ray of sunshine, prying my eyes open...

Alas a poetess I am not.

Yet my soul hungered...

To paint this world of wonder and beauty.

I want to be a poet

Sometimes I want to be a poet. I want to express myself through poetry.

When I wake up in a faeries dawn, my eyes are still closed. (what do you mean) The birds are singing. My face is brushed by the breeze. The air is filled with aromas of flowers. A ray of sun opens my eyes. Drops of dew are sparkling on the leaves.

What a beautiful dawn! Why can't I describe it in poetry? Because I am not a poet. So I want to be a poet to paint this wonderful world.

I want to be poet

Sometimes I want to be a poet, and to express myself in the poetry.

When I wake up in a faeries dawn, my eyes are still closed. The birds are singing. My face is brushed by the breeze. The air is filled with the aroma of flowers. A ray of sunlight opens my eyes. Drops of dew are sparkling on the leaves.

What a beautiful dawn! Why can't I describe it in poetry? Because I am not a poet. I so wish to be a poet to paint the wonderful world.

You are a poet, and I am touched by your beautiful poem. Beth