Sometimes in my life I have felt like I was drunk on words. Is that poetry's power? I found a fabulous link to a poetry site. It is pretty mainstream, but its a start for me. I just want to dip my toes in this enormous sea of words, and this site seems to help: http://www.poemhunter.com/poems/

There is a link to the poem of the day, which ought to be a decent way to start to familiarize myself with some of the biggies out there. My sister is a fan of Charles Bukowski, but he seems rather harsh to me.

I had a boyfriend once who wrote me the most devestating poems when we had broken-up. I have never felt like I had been slapped in the face, and I swear I can still feel the sting sometimes. I think it was really an exposed and vulnerable place to be.