My poetry did charm and cheer
as I sat sobbing in my beer.
It held me (like a faithful friend)
when world of mine was at an end.
Throughout my lost and languid life,
(while shackled to a wolfish wife)
those stanzas bid me bide my time;
they sang sometimes; was so sublime!
In dungeon’s dank, dark days and nights;
temptations, trials, fond fancy’s flights;
when life had left me all alone,
and all my wildest oats were sown,
they whispered, in a still small voice,
(which made this rhyming rogue rejoice.)
They vowed true love would visit me
by streams of sweet serenity,
where I would tread my twilight years,
with Venus, through this vale of tears.
And from those sobs I’d sown in time
I’d reap romance and real gone rhyme!
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Author:
Blue-eyed Bolla (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: July 21st, 2021 08:02
- Comment from author about the poem: for my faithful friend, poetry
- Category: Reflection
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Comments2
what wonderful flow, so many aspects
I can relate-to, so many elements - I admire
these pearled words, you weaved - read
like a baroque(esque) trochaic octa
imbued with brave veracity's
unwavering passion
for poetic artistry's: majestic sublime!
a great write, dear poet
thanks for sharing
Thank you LB. Your wonderful feedback and kind comments keep me going. I feel so inadequate as a wanna be poet. I truly appreciate your support. 😉
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