Yes, I’m a Poet,
but I refuse to be tormented
I refuse to be a victim,
with my words made out of stone
I refuse to bleed my heart out,
on a page of blank simpatico
I refuse to give you weakness,
knowing strength you have disowned
Yes, I’m a Poet,
but my sword is sharp and pointed
My shield is scarred and colored
with the blood of firebrands
My breath won’t plead while shouting,
every name a future conquest
My pen in hand, a weapon sure,
—its ink the truth commands
(Villanova Pennsylvania: November, 2016)
- Author: Kurt Philip Behm ( Offline)
- Published: November 30th, 2016 09:20
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 46
Comments4
This is amazing...very well written...nice work
Thanks Pharaoh!
Outstanding work, very careful choice of words. There are two real types of poems, the efficient ones and the ones that drone on - I wish I could write an efficient poem - Very well done!
Thanks, Wensley. Very kind!
Love it.
Thanks for reading!
Kurt
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