My Life is a Poem
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Poem by: Craig Davison
My life is a Poem
My life is a poem
A verse never ending
But I live all alone
Always pretending
That I will find love
But know that I won’t
No matter how many
Words that I quote
The words of the bards
Words that ring true
But love can’t be found
Despite what I do
Should I give up
And die all alone
Or should I try harder
How can I know?
There must be someone
Who needs all my love
But where will I find her
In heaven above?
If I can find you
I would give all
My life and my love
My heart and my soul
My life is a poem
Written for you
All that I need
Is a love that is true.
© Copyright 2018 Craig Davison. All rights reserved.
Comments
Thanks for the positive feedback, as I'm not too sure about it yet. It is a little too self-pitying and nihilistic, but it was written after drinking beer in the afternoon, which is our principle pastime out here in rural Australia. I immediately sent it to the last woman to break my heart, so if it makes her feel guilty and bad about dumping me, then it will have achieved its purpose. However, I fear she has no heart, no compassion and definitely no soul. But ultimately I will cannibalise bits of it to construct further broken hearted love songs, of which I have too many to mention.
Cheers,
Craig.
I assume the question is rhetorical. Why indeed. Possibly because I have let good loves go, or not worked hard enough to save them. It is the eternal question, 'Why don't you love me anymore?' The answer to which is probably 'Because you are a miserable bastard.' I thought of these words yesterday whilst walking home from the pub and wrote them down when I got home, so perhaps the effects of a few glasses of beer inspired my sense of romantic despair. But as I always think: I will find love again; and if I don't, I obviously didn't deserve it anyway. LOL.
Nice Craig, Stop trying I say and you never know what will come your way. And if all else fails there's always the dog.
Seriously a well strung verse, how could such a display of vulnerability not woo the girls?
Dibs
I'd had a few beers when these words came to me whilst walking home from the pub. I wrote them down when I got home and stupidly emailed it to woman I swore I would never contact again. The evils of alcohol. Mind you, before I met her again, after a hiatus of 26 years, I swore I would never fall in love again (sounds like a song). Now I don't bother promising anything to myself.
The town I now live in has a population of about 1600, so the chances of meeting someone worth falling in love with is remote, but on the positive side, no-one tells me what to do.
Cheers,
Craig.
Another tragically beautiful piece of writing. (It only gets better and better as I read more of your work!) I've never been in love and I sometimes feel this way, but I must agree with Dibs, looking for it only leads to disaster. The longing in this poem was so potent and alive to me; deeply forlorn but at the same time beautiful in it display of a human's nearly boundless capacity to love. Once again the content and format of this poem was superb; I really did enjoy this read??
This is so sentimental and soppy. I was walking home from the pub and this idea sprang into my slightly inebriated mind and I kept repeating it until I got home and wrote it all down, and typed it up.
Of course I weakened and emailed it to the last woman to recently break my heart, who I had promised myself I would never contact again (I am very mature like that LOL) Anyway, it didn't work. It didn't win her heart back, but as Leonard Cohen says in his song "I'm your man", 'A man never got a woman back, By begging on his knees'. So I have very mixed feelings about it, but I only wrote it a week or so ago. It is too pleading. 'Please baby, please!' I feel a little undignified by it now, but it is fairly well constructed with a constant ABCB rhyme structure, with about five or six syllables per line, so it scans well and would be easy to set to music some day. I'm still feeling a little bitter about this poem, of course, as I feel it let me down. 'If only you had been more affective', I tell it, 'and I could have won her love back'. But ultimately it is my own failure as a man and a poet I suppose. And that she was insane and not worth knowing anyway. Or so I keep telling myself. LOL. But every sentiment was true at the time of writing. I can't believe you've never been in love. Can you explain to me how to avoid it, as it would save me so much emotional pain. Do they immunise you against it over in Florida? Where can I get the shots? Only joking. I honestly don't go looking for love though, it just tracks me down and destroys my sanity and emotional equilibrium, before suddenly deserting me and leaving me to cope with yet another broken heart. Oh well, that's the occupational hazard of being a poet I guess, and without a broken heart, what would I possibly have to write about?
Thanks again for the positive feedback. It is really great to have people appreciate my poems. After all, if nobody read them, there wouldn't be much point in writing them. I have tried reading them to my cat Tom Tom, but he hates poetry.
Cheers,
Craig.
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