True Poets

Reads: 291  | Likes: 5  | Shelves: 3  | Comments: 5

  • Facebook
  • Twitter
  • Reddit
  • Pinterest
  • Invite

More Details
Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
What are the indications of a true poet?

Submitted: November 25, 2018

A A A | A A A

Submitted: November 25, 2018

A A A

A A A


True Poets

So, you think you are a poet.
Have you bled?
To write's an art; you know it,
So you've said.
Have you parted from one life
To free the dead?
Setting out to fetch your reason,
Left your head?
Painted landscapes and ideas
In a red
The others don't supply,
But you instead?
Have you ventured off, not knowing
What's ahead,
And sacrificed, for every word,
A shred
Of your very soul to be
Exhibited?
Stared straight into the eyes
Of what you dread
And written what you've seen

Emblazonéd?
Surrendered secrets better left
Unsaid,
So others might avoid
The lives you've led?

You say you are a poet-
Have you cried?
Surrendered all yourself
And all your pride?
Left all your inner thoughts
On page implied,
That others may review
And then decide
If they will prize your whispers,
Or deride?
Gone on, though others are
Dissatisfied?
Snuck off to where the
Little devils hide,
To where the harpies and the
Dragons glide,
And captured in a pen
Each trick they tried
So that, when asked, you'll
Antidotes provide
For every poison, both in
And outside-
But, starting, found the world
Unsatisfied?

You claim to be a poet.
Do you dream?
Your eyes- do others find in them
A gleam?
Can you bring every plan
To its extreme?
Look deeper and be stranger
Than you seem?
Not judge a house by paint,
But by its beams?
Do you keep up your sleeve
A list of schemes?
Can you be happy just by
Writing themes,
Or jumping at your friends
To watch them scream?
Does peace come from a
Simple, bubbling stream,
Or from a plate of pumpkin pie
With cream?

Perhaps you are a poet.
It's been said.
If so, remember this that you
Have read:
A poet is a person who
Has bled.

A poet is a person who
Has cried,
And often one whose work is
Tossed aside
Until the writer's up and gone
And died.

A poet is a person who
Has dreams;
Whose eyes will always hold
A certain gleam-
In short, a poet
Isn't what they seem.

A poet's shattered heart will
Mend again,
But not before they've cured it
With a pen-
And, surely, up in heaven,
There's a glen
Set specially aside for
Writing men-
And sacrifices are repaid them
Then.


© Copyright 2020 Bridget Kennedy. All rights reserved.

  • Facebook
  • Twitter
  • Reddit
  • Pinterest
  • Invite

Add Your Comments:

Comments

avatar

Author
Reply