One day, upon some sweet, spring morning
The reign will end without a warning
Of critics and their scornful scheming,
Who damned to dust our days of dreaming;
They'll eat each worthless, weightless word
Portraying poets as absurd.
One day, these poets, with their verses,
Will rise and rule, and all those curses
These critics cast like stones so savage
Upon their rhymes they hoped to ravage
Will fall on them like Wailing Wall
And make these callous critics crawl.
One day, upon some bright tomorrow,
When sun has set on all their sorrow
The eyes of poets: wise from weeping
Will see, while savage city's sleeping
A new metropolis arise
For poets - angels in disguise!
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Author:
Blue-eyed Bolla (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: for poets...
- Category: Reflection
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- Users favorite of this poem: Alan .S. Jeeves, Laura🌻
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Wonderful words Kevin. Will save as fave.
Kind regards Alan
Many thanks, Alan. I appreciate your feedback and your taking the time to read my little poem.
Kevin,
A super write!
Hooray for the ‘angels in disguise’...for which you are one among them! Your poetry is a testament to that!
~Laura~🌻
Thank you, Laura. As always, I truly appreciate your feedback and kind comments. I hope you have a wonderful weekend.
Never thought of myself as an angel, but your poem changed my mind. 🙂
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