We could be poets

Jessie - Tacoma, Washington
Entered on October 18, 2008
Age Group: 18 - 30
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We would be poets

If being poets meant we could pay the bills.

We would wake up in the morning

And take long drives to get inspired

And get paid in comfort

We would be poets

If it meant writing poems with


Social and strange

Blocking out Latin alphabets

And creating our own.

With resolutions that prove

We are not the same

But that we could all be poets.

We would be poets

On instruments

boarders and cultures

could not keep us from

African drumbeats,

Beethoven and

Emmy Lou Harris

All mashed together into one

limitless moving poem




And it would move

crowds of people

Crowds of poets

To tears

Shouting out aggressions,

triumphs and


And the dancers




Just like Graham would’ve wanted

Every Lamentation in

deep blue black

Dancing with aura’s like

Isadora’s scarves

Trailing behind us

Pointing our toes to the direction

In which our poems will go

We would be poets

If we could stay in bed all day

Be in love

Cut ties with those who don’t love us back

Those we waist ballads on

Those who give us reasons to

get out of bed in the morning

Living lives like redundant sestinas

Repeating what you should’ve learned

the first time


We would be poets

If we could be everywhere we’re not

Leaving behind complacency

And responsibility

And our things

If we could walk along rivers



drown the Midwest

If we could grow thirsty

in deserts

That would make

an ocean yearn for a cool breeze

We could fall in love

on French carousels

Losing our breath on

mountains in Nepal

Gondolas in Venice

Babies in Sudan

We could learn to

embrace children that

Are all the colors we are not

And sing them

soothing lullabies.


language could not interfere with

We could learn

to love

Merely out of instinct

Not because we were taught manners.

We would be poets

If we were able to forget


We learned

We would be poets

If we didn’t listen so much.

If we thought a little more

Took more walks


Noticed the faces we pass

We would be poets

If we could turn on

The lights

Look around and see

That we are all poets.