Wonder this you may
The origins of my name
An interesting thought
Of which I’ll entertain
Some twenty years ago
I discovered my inner poet
Imagine my surprise
For I was the last to know it
Even still today
I find myself amazed
Looking back at my writings
I stand confused and dazed
To myself I said
“I can’t be a poet”
But there upon the page
A poem, but who wrote it?
I look to the left
I look to the right
There’s no one else here
Just me alright
I’ll remember writing it
But can’t believe it’s me
I’m here all alone
So, who else could it be?
Perhaps a masked poet bandit?
Who robs from the rich
To give to the poor
And I got caught in the switch
An accident it must have been
Surely the evidence will show it
I’m as innocent as can be
Guess I’m an Accidental Poet
Copyright © Accidental Poet 2021
- Author: Sharon\'s Poet (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: May 16th, 2021 07:09
- Category: Humor
- Views: 34
- Users favorite of this poem: L. B. Mek
Comments6
Good write lol. I was AS - The Accidental Singer - it's still an accident, and a disastrous one! lol.
hahahaha, can't be any worse than Orchi. Not even close. Thanks Andy. ; )
Oh Orchi, its you. disregard my last statement. It must have been an accident. Welcome to the accident club. ; )
Thank you. Accidents make us more of what we become than either intention or genetics. It makes me wonder if homo sapiens are not an accidental species. Good poem.
One of the world's great mysteries. Thanks for reading and the comment Trenz. ; )
Great poem AP 🙂 I’ve said similar things to myself ... looked back at some poems and felt confused ... and thought to myself ... Wow, I actually wrote that . It’s good to feel proud of your writings and to feel like they are good .
Yes Rose it is a good feeling after finishing a poem, and also when reviewing your previous work. Thanks for the read and comment. ; )
I can agree with this AP, if somebody had told me in 2007 that I would start to write poetry I would have just laughed at them, then in 2008 I saw an artwork that my daughter had created and I had to write about it and have never stopped writing since.
Andy
For me it was the end of 2000 while dealing with the discovery of my birth mother's obituary and grave site, that I had the need to let out the pain. And it came out in the form of poetry. Thanks Andy. ; )
those last two verses...!
yeah: you know it already!
Well Done!
so happy for you, dear Poet
Thanks for the visit and comment LB. ; )
If it was an accident, then it was a brilliant one.
Thanks m&m ; ) AP
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