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I choose to write about a poet, whose pen-name is NightFlyer. He writes on a website which is like a club where they share poems written by the members. His real name is not known. NightFlyer is a 53 year old male who lives in USA, Massachusetts. He has written 72 poems. Little else is known about him.
I chose this poet as his poems are full of feelings. Just by reading his poems, the reader can really feel the same way the poet was feeling when he wrote the poems. He portrays loneliness and sadness excellently. Almost all his poems are about loneliness and sadness. This really shows the personality and feeling of the poet that I chose. It is also evident in his poems that he likes poetry a lot. Many of his poems also include the word poem in some way or another – writing about chances to write a poem.
He is like an underdog. He's poems are really good, and has won contests held by the club. Sadly, no famous poet recognizes his works. As a result, he has not been to any interview.
NightFlyer is known in the club, and has been awarded a very high score. He has been rated 4.9 out of 5. (The rating is the average rate out of the sixty-seven people who have rated him.) This shows that people have read and enjoyed his poems.
As his works are not recognised, I am not able to comment further on him and his works.

But, here are 3 of his poems that I like.

This Wretched Path
Branches move and sadly sway
Their farewell to this long day
Shadows over woodlands, creep
As this village drifts to sleep.

The sad song of a twilight loon
Greets the rising crescent moon
As sunset's crimson fades to black
For healing love, I feel a lack.

Far past the twilight's interlude
I pay the price for solitude
The night has rendered my dreams dark
So down these empty streets I walk.

Now toward my cabin, I retreat
As day to night passes complete
In evening's chill, its plainly shown
This wretched path, I walk alone.

This need for love, inside it drums
So cruel a sting when nightime comes
As loneliness inwardly maims
Another night, my heart, it claims.

Soon in my cabin, I'll recline
And pour a glass of bitter wine
And drift to sleep's merciful arms
To dream of some fair lover's charms.


The Freedom Of The Sea
Brave sailors who sailed distant seas
In ages, crossing Neptune's realm
Sweet treasure's call, their minds, it pleased
Through surging waves, they took the helm.

With sextants held neath silver stars
They plied swift currents in the breeze
And sailed their ships to islands far
Past harbor lights and port cities.

For what rich treasures spurred their quests
For gold or silver, were they sent
With wanderlust that never rests
To ends of earth they gladly went.

But give me treasure that is real
The chance to write some poetry
On swirling waves, this heart will heal
And feel the freedom of the sea.

Don't want to stay here anymore
And drown in my uncertainties
I'd rather hear the ocean's roar
And see Gibraltar's majesty.

And know that I shall join someday
Those ancient mariners of yore
And reach that land so far away
Elysium's enchanted shore.


Pathways Of The Mind
A mystic path winds through my mind
Of misty gold, its trees sublime
Where heaven's winds caress the fields
A Summer dreamscape so surreal
And it spurs me to venture on
To emerald depths of Avalon
Where music dances on the breeze
And magic swirls amidst the trees
More blissful realms, I'll never find
These dreamy pathways of the mind.