A Poet

Kevin Michael Bloor

A poet can’t be poem-bled

(an empty shell)

till Muse has fled.


A poet can’t be lost for words, 

 (a dried up well)

  ignored by herds.


A poet can’t be wooed or won

(by witch’s spell;)

it can’t be done!


A poet can’t be poem-bled

(in poet’s hell)

until he’s dead!


  • Author: Blue-eyed Bolla (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: February 7th, 2021 05:28
  • Comment from author about the poem: to encourage poet friends
  • Category: Reflection
  • Views: 21
  • Users favorite of this poem: L. B. Mek, Kevin Michael Bloor.


  • willow tree

    I like it ! Because of the good rhythm and rhyme and interesting content

    • Kevin Michael Bloor

      Thank you, Willow. Just a paltry piece of rhyme I strung together. Thanks for taking the time. By the way, I like your Mist poem, I left a comment.

    • orchidee

      Good write Kevin.

    • Jerry Reynolds

      True that, Kevin.

    • Goldfinch60

      That muse is always there within us.


    • L. B. Mek

      a penned gift of solace for all us wannabe Poet's,
      inked by a gifted Poet's mind...

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