A Poet’s Disease

Accidental Poet



“Real men don’t write poetry”

This from a real man?

“And what of being a real man do you know”

Said I, non-evasively as I can

 

For true it may well be

Poets might all be infected

Bitten by the same bug

And mutually respected

 

We’re diseased with internal motives

To put words to emotions

Some with rhymes, some not

But all with lyrical devotions

 

Finding a cure

The least of our concerns

Actually, the cure is built in

Resuming to write, a poet returns

 

Only he of ego on high

Who misunderstands his own heart

Can chase his tail round and round

Until he knows not where he starts

 

And one day

When his heart is heavy

As tears flow like rivers

Then suddenly weaken the levee

 

He’ll search for words

To express his pain

When he can’t tell the difference

Between his tears and the rain

 

Reading words birthed from his pen

His unexpected surprise

Poetic scribblings

There before his eyes

 

Copyright © Accidental Poet 2022

  • Author: Sharon\'s Poet (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: May 27th, 2022 07:28
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Comments2

  • ChrisLyn🕊

    Well this is very true and I totally relate to this!!! My friend only understood me after reading my poems because my thoughts could never be expressed with my mouth . Truly a beautiful poem accidental poet! ♥️

    • Accidental Poet

      Well ChrisLyn, the inspiration for this write was just the opposite. As I explained to Teddy above, it was my ex-best friend who took a less than positive reaction to my poem. So we are no longer friends. I realized our friendship had little to do with friendship, and more to do with growing up and maturing. I accepted, and he refused. Thank you for reading and your compliment. 😊

    • Goldfinch60

      Writing poetry is a wonderful way of putting our feelings onto paper so that others may try to understand us AP.

      Andy

      • Accidental Poet

        In a nutshell, that says it all Andy. Thank you so much. 😉



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