Who Should Write?
Inspirational, Motivational Poem.
Who should write?
who should commit words to paper, memory, history, fame and infamy?
all who feel it right, even when it feels so wrong
for the spark to ignite
creativity shines bright
in spite of the fear
despite the doubt
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Why you should write?
why commit words to paper, memory, history, fame and infamy?
to bring truth to light, even when it's in the dark
to bring joy and delight, name and shame
to gain and give insight
despite the fear
in spite of the doubt
*
Who should write?
who should commit words to paper, memory, history, fame and infamy?
the foolish and the fanciful, wordsmiths and raucous raconteurs
deepest thinkers and artful, rhymers and non-conformist free versers
all should write
despite and in spite
the fear, the doubt
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Why should you write?
why commit words to paper, memory, history, fame and infamy?
because of that fear - the belief it's not for you, me, we, us
that rumbles in your core
because of that doubt - that says hold back, shrink back
that knocks you on the floor
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The secret, that special trick
is to write, and make it stick
forget the flaws, forgo the pause
write just because, write just because
means justifies cause, cause and effect
write with might, forthright and direct
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Who? You should write!
Commit your words to paper, memory, history, fame and infamy
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Author's Notes: Self-Explanatory.
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Paul Stewart
Scottish-Italian poet/writer from Glasgow.
Overflowing in English language torture and word abuse.
"Every man has a sane spot somewhere" R.L Stevenson
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Comments (10)
Awesome words, Paul! I'm so glad I lost my fear and just went for it one day.
This is cool man; I love these lines the most but the overall message is swell!! “The secret, that special trick is to write, and make it stick forget the flaws, forgo the pause write just because”.. 👏👏👍
I feel it's a beautiful legacy to leave behind. Loved your poem! 🍩🥐
The energy in this poem is electrifying, Paul. The alliteration and assonance makes it pure delight. 😊
A scintillating source of solidarity with fellow scribblers! Sensational, sir!
Paul, this was an absolutely phenomenal piece. Well done!
I love this so much! An instant save (so glad that’s a thing now)! I agree with Gabriel that this feels very Vocal anthem worthy! Like a call to arms, or rather pens/keyboards!
This is simply amazing, Paul. Feels like an anthem for this whole site, and the spirit of creativity we all seek and share. Bravo my friend!
Oh my goodness, Paul!! This got a little tear in my eye. Such a beautiful and heartfelt poem about the act of writing!! <3 I like the use of repetition, and your use of diction is top-notch. The ending feels solid and hits home!!
“forget the flaws, forgo the pause” 🙌 yes!! This is great advice and inspiration!