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 bribed or bought
(the truth to tell)
he’ll tell for naught!
A poet can’t be hushed by chains
(‘spite cage or cell)
his rhyme remains.
A poet can’t be poem-bled
(in poet’s hell)
till poet's dead!
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Author:
Blue-eyed Bolla (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: I just added a few more 'can'ts.' I'm sure there are many, many more.
- Category: Reflection
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Comments4
Yeah, a poet mean you just can't stop but your list is fantastic, the rest is for living and being every thought!
Fantastic work
I can't appreciate it enough! Lol
Unflappable write, Kevin.
Very true Kevin.
Andy
each verse resonates deep, a wonderful read
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