But 'tis from madness that springs the truth
From budding youth till long in the tooth
From water, flame, smoke, clouds above
Come slaughter, shame awoke, shrouds of love
The poet tastes both bitter and sweet
Poison the elixir of life does meet
A twisted tongue drooling drops of rhyme
Allegories painted on the edge of time
A reflection borrowed, a shadow stolen
Metaphor pregnant bursts from belly swollen
Blood messages from consonants and vowels
Opened and turned inside out, a poet's bowels
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Author:
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- Published: September 9th, 2025 03:27
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Some what hard to chew some of your imagery today 🤣 what an excellent piece. Every poets truth. 🌹
Sorry Teddy every once in a while surrealism bursts out and metaphors become nightmares of interpretation. Such is the case here. Thank you for the read and kind words of support they are always most appreciated
lol I know that's why I love your work. 🌹
Thank you my friend
Well said, this poem explores the tumultuous relationship between creativity and madness, emphasizing how deep emotional experiences and existential struggles can lead to profound artistic expression. It suggests that truth often arises from pain and conflict, and that the act of writing poetry is a visceral and transformative process.
Thank you my friend for the read and interpretation it is most appreciated and valued
You're most welcome, my friend.
Reminds me of that scripture-
But I say unto you, That every idle word that men shall speak, they shall give account thereof in the day of judgement.
Thank you very much. A most interesting comparison.
I wish I could write something like ""Allegories painted on the edge of time". Memorable work👍👋
You are so kind my friend and I thank you for that. I appreciate your review and most generous words of encouragement
Good write SB. Bowels? I'm just having me dinner. lol
Thanks Orchi for the review just think of tripe, same thing.
Ahh, I\'ll feed it to KP today! lol.
Dear, Soren,
A poet's art laid bare in three powerful stanzas. Skin, bone and innards without apology as the truth demands. Excellent, truly.
Fond regards,
Tony.
Thanks Tony you saw right through it. Always a pleasure for you to stop by. Have a wonderful day
Yes , a powerful way of explaining the process of writing a poem.
Nice one.
Thanks so much Kevin your review is most appreciated and valued
This is fantastic! There is sometimes just such a strong burning to tell someone, anyone, what we think and feel.
Thank you so much NinjaGirl your kind words are always most appreciated
Of course, your writing is appreciated also
Thank you
Wonderful words soren, showing poems come from everywhere.
Andy
Thank you so much Andy for the read and comment of understanding it is as always appreciated
A fine write with some great lines, Soren. Nicely done.
Thank you Tom for the read and comment it is most appreciated
Soren, this is powerful…madness and truth mingling, bitter and sweet in every line. The finale with the poet’s bowels turned out hits like a confession carved in blood. Seriously loved that ending! Well done, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Thank you Tristan for the read and kind words they are most appreciated
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