The greatest poem

sorenbarrett

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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  • Teddy.15

    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.

    • sorenbarrett

      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.

    • orchidee

      And now an unfinished poem/story from me: 'Once upon a time, Erm.......' lol.

      • sorenbarrett

        Is this like Shubert's unfinished symphony? lol Thanks Orchi I know it wasn't this poem because you read it lol

        • orchidee

          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.

        • Pop64

          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.

          • sorenbarrett

            Thank you so much for the review and kind comments they are appreciated

          • Goldfinch60

            Such true words soren.

            Andy

            • sorenbarrett

              Thanks so much Andy appreciate the review

            • Christina8

              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!

              • sorenbarrett

                Thank you so much Christina for the lovely review and most kind comments they are very much appreciated.

              • Iqra Khan

                You steal my soul..Ah!!

                • sorenbarrett

                  You humble me. Thank you so much for your most gracious comment

                • L. B. Mek

                  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'

                  • sorenbarrett

                    L.B. , your poetic knowledge never ceases to amaze me. Thank you friend for enlightening me and lighting my day.



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