As forementioned, this is to be a means of using 'poetry' to describe your favorite poet/s. Feel free to put in more than one.
'The people look like flowers at last' he said
And then he went
with a gravestone marked
He stripped away the form
and the beauty
and left me silent every time.
and a lot of drink
Seem to make for a good poet.
Once, he wrote ‘Love is a dog from hell’
And maybe you won’t,
But I smiled when I saw those words.
There was someone else.
Someone who had struggled
Through fifty years
With little recognition
And even less love.
‘Hank’ doesn’t look down from anywhere now,
His existence, proof that we all just wait for the worms,
the women and the madness.
Sitting back in his chair he would repeat: