What genius' lie forgotten in past pages of skimmed history
What heroes buried in lost graveyards of hidden mystery
Great poets unread now lie with the dead
Words bled that never to ears were spread
Earth holds in her womb their concealed tomb
A dark room that holds treasures turned gloom
My eyes blood-shotten or' paper shrouds of woven cotton
Bodies lie rotten where wisdom and beauty is forgotten
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Good write SB.
I appreciate the read and words my friend.
Imagine, we the ungreat and in future may as well be forgot, just the same. But in the slightest there may be keepers of poetry out there. But I'll never personally know.
Thank you my friend. I never imagine that my poems may be preserved but only hope that they may make a difference in a life here and there and in that there is worth and preservation.
I enjoyed this Write. You said it all here .
You're correct in all you say . So much talent in the past undiscovered. Forgotten.
A fave .
Thank you so much Kevin. I appreciate your read and comment my friend
My Pleasure as always.
Oh they will be preserved. I’m just now posting poems I wrote almost 40
Years ago and all of your comments gave me the inspiration and confidence to try again when I thought my inner Voice was “retired”.
So glad to hear that and thank you for your read and comment it is deeply appreciated. Keep writing my friend.
Soren, I’ve thought about this before too…all the people history never bothered to remember. Sobering as hell when you really sit with it. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Thanks Tristan yes and how many Buddhas, Christs, Socrates and others as well as Newtons, Einsteins, Teslas, philosophers, inventors, artists lost to time. Who was the Prometheus that brought us fire or the wheel, invented language? Appreciate the read.
An interesting meditation on forgotten genius, where history becomes both a graveyard and a vault for voices that deserved to be heard.
Thank you Soheil. Yes I have often wondered how many are lost to history and what the world might be like had they been recognized and remembered. I appreciate your words my friend.
You are very welcome, my friend. I always appreciate our conversations and your thoughtful reflections.
You are very kind
Thank you, my friend. That is very kind of you to say. I always enjoy our conversations and appreciate the warmth you bring to them.
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