Welcome To My Lone Abode Poem by James Darwin Smith II

A lonely Poet begins to sigh
Dreams to be found from a lost oblige
Crying words of sentiments
Too strong, too proud
To be past tense
With everything inside
Every last word comes out
Nothing to hide baring it all as he goes
Expressing more than has ever been expressed before



Words aspire, destroying doubt
Striving to get everything out
So everyone knows who he truly is
Sensitive heart on a beating trail
To many destinations
In every which different tale



Calm outside, so thunderous within
Thoughts in so many directions
Which way shall he go?
Everywhere his soul shall grow



Who is he? Well he is me
Poetry so happens to be my main release



Some may think it is not all that much
But it's all I have when I feel alone
When I feel trapped, It gives me lots of room to roam



There is more to life
Yes, I know
But this very art helps my soul continually grow



So many different ways I have expressed
So many styles, so many different feelings addressed




Been criticized many times
For not being technical
Yet, that has always made me write even more



Lots of love
I have so much
From silent eyes
To those who support me the most



I am thankful
To have a muse
Here I am
Refusing to ever give up
In the essence of always staying true



Poetry has given me so very much
I do my best to give it all back



Careless upon anyone casting their doubts
I know who I am, Do they?



I know where I have been
Excited for where I will be
Just a free roaming poet believing in oneself
Searching for the next fresh air to breathe



Been told how to write
And then I left
I have a certain style
It is called I, me and myself



I am never afraid to change
My drive for poetic enlightenment always remains
This journey is either beautiful, Horrible or even strange



Creating different ways to express myself
Striving for multi-dimensional euphoria




Not here to impress
Just here doing what I love to do
Just call me a poetry fool
With guile intent, I so dearly dare you to



So many ways, So many different directions
A bevy of worlds to explore
In the universe of Poetry
My love, my whole



If one only knew how much poetry meant to me
Well now you know!
And way more after that



I write how I please,
So accept these poetics as unlimited growth



With each heart beat I write
I give natural residence to this muse that resides in my soul



Never forcing myself to change
Always writing amidst this ever changing flow



I am a lonely poet
With a multitude of views
Expressing them all in every way I can
Always being my limitless self, and nothing more



I am neither the worst nor the best
However I am perceived I could careless
I am a lonely poet with a creative universe at my disposal



I am a lonely poet
Yet, with poetry I will never be alone



I bid you welcome to my lone abode