A work that could have spared a battered child
that would cool hatred's burning coal
keep a people from being reviled
A writing that might have saved a soul
Buried in dust, an overlooked discarded verse
An unrecognized poet, and a lost word
and for this the world is far the worse
The greatest poem, was never heard
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Oh so very sad, I do believe a poem is never finished personally, so there is still time. My dear sorenbarret such beauty withing the lines of such tragedy. ❤️ epaecially as poems a very rarely recognised for their true value at least until a poet becomes well known and or has kicked ones bucket. ❤️ a wonderful provocative piece.
Thanks Teddy As I read others poem's I from time to time see some real jewels that are not recognized and fall by the wayside, some of which hit me far harder than many famous poems.
And now an unfinished poem/story from me: 'Once upon a time, Erm.......' lol.
Is this like Shubert's unfinished symphony? lol Thanks Orchi I know it wasn't this poem because you read it lol
Ohhhh * bows down; licks your boots, etc, and says: 'Why, O wise one, this is the greatest poem I've ever read!'*
Notice the "*" meaning 'actions done'. lol.
If only poetry could serve to influence the negative so it could be positive, the bad so it could be good. It's a beautiful write, on that makes me wish for such a poem, that could inspire goodness. The world's leaders would need to read it.
Thank you so much for the review and kind comments they are appreciated
Such true words soren.
Andy
Thanks so much Andy appreciate the review
I really liked this poem a lot, even the introductory verse quite stunned me....the thought that most have at least a few great poems within us made me smile!
Thank you so much Christina for the lovely review and most kind comments they are very much appreciated.
You steal my soul..Ah!!
You humble me. Thank you so much for your most gracious comment
distance between us n truth
too crudely, dictates
merits in our poetic artistry...
T. S. Eliot
heralded for many a verse
when they all stem back
to that marriage he let go to waste
now, watch that crowd
ignore that fact, because they have
spent a lifetime fooled by his words
investing their years
in his poetic theatrics
his genius for elitist wordplay mirages...
or that lauded Frost
who inspired a friend
to lose his precious life
signing up for a war
no one could win;
because Frost used, misspoken
vulnerability's, decrying
a man's macho worth, assumptively
then versed his friends weakness
in that famous poem,
that all know
yet none can truly comprehend
about choosing a less trodden
path, dreaming of breaking new
ground
while that same poem
already told them in its lines
before
both paths, end-up the same...
some 'famous' poet's
have always known the truth
that
there are as many wannabe poets
as there are petals blooming
in the spring of life
yet, very rarely do we get to glimpse
those black bat's sprouting
and rarer even, for us to fall upon
a bed of fallen Middle Mist Crimson
gems..
'but as God said,
crossing his legs,
I see where I have made
plenty of poets
but not so very much
poetry.'
from Bukowski's
'to the whore who took my poems'
L.B. , your poetic knowledge never ceases to amaze me. Thank you friend for enlightening me and lighting my day.
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