Show me a poem that's written and appreciated as art

A prose that bears eloquence which has flowed from a heart

Show me a true poet, whose words flow gently from his mind

And, in turn I shall show you a close friend of mine.

Too many of today's "poets" confuse poetry with rhyme

And they spew words on crumpled paper not caring if they're sublime

They let the issues of their life determine what their pen so rudely rambles

Instead of letting inspiration marinate, letting their souls and words unscramble

Not enough respites are taken in these thought-deprived days

Too many write and rote until their writing starts to splay

Repetition means monotony, yet they think they're on a roll

Their words are yet amassing, but not coming from their soul

Show me a poet that knows to write well of life's situations

And can sort his words and curb his thoughts through the process of frustration

Yes! Impatient poetry avoids this process, which brings gold

And gives pig iron instead of steel from his mind's most precious mold

Show me a poet who is tact, whose work comes rarely, unrenowned

And I'll show you life's top student whose words ring quite profound

Whose words are tame, and not perverse, and come as few for waiting crowds

And never writes a vulgar thing, unless his heart allows

Show me a poet who knows the old writers' works' mystery

Who dedicates himself to studying and emulating the history

Of true poetry and prose, the beauty of a hidden song

Show me a poet such as that, and I'll not find him in the wrong

Show me a poet who is tender, whose words aren't clamoring like brass

Whose patience allows the clear exuberance of his deep feelings like glass

Show me a poet who takes the time to form a humble piece

And I will go as far as to say that the man has a friend in me.