As I sit here
Pondering my distant youth
Searching for stealthy answers
A self-analyzing sleuth
How I became who I am
Influences of good and bad
Smiles that made me happy
Frowns that made me sad
Year after year
Lonely and alone
For a familiar voice
I stare at my phone
Friends seem to come and go
Leaving me to wonder why
Were they ever friends at all?
Usually not even a good-bye
In certain circles
My voice falling on deaf ears
Come to think of it
It’s been that way for many years
No one took me seriously
I’m no more than an insect
And I’m supposed to
Give them MY respect?
Suddenly I found my inner muse
Revealing feelings deep inside
And poetry gave me a new voice
My poetic side
My best friend of 40 years
Finally pushed me too far
Of my poetry he gave a smirk
OUCH! That’s sure to leave a scar
Fast forward a few more years
Still in touch with my inner muse
Writing helps me to escape
Tension morphs to feeling loose
I’ve been writing poetry now
Long enough to know
If it feels good to write
Then you gotta let it show
And now I’ve found this place
Where I don’t need to hide
Where REAL friends appreciate
My poetic Side
Copyright © Accidental Poet 2017
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- Comment from author about the poem: When I first came here to My poetic Side, I was ecstatic to find a place that is specifically for poets to write in. A lot of diary sites and blogs have people just writing about their daily events, which don’t get me wrong, that’s ok for some. But for you and I, we all have that inner voice that needs to be heard. And finding this place was a Godsend for me and I’m sure all of you. And I felt the urge to write a poem named after this site. So last night I decided it was time to write it. I must admit to you all, I really like this place and feel at home here. Thank you for reading my poetry and for writing yours. Your appreciation of my work reflects my appreciation of yours. Poetry makes the world go round. Well, my world anyway.
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A/P, there's no accident in your talent. Well said here; you speak much of what what I feel, & I'm sure for many others too. This is a great anthem for MPS. Well done!
Thank you Bibbeck, as I say in my author's comment, I've been so happy with this place I wanted to write a piece titled after the site in honor of MpS. No better place to write poetry than here. Thanks again for your kind words.
I have to agree this is an excellent site but would welcome a forum where we can also chat about our art. This is a superbly crafted poem and I do enjoy your work AP
Thanks Michael for your compliment. Maybe there needs to be a suggestion box feature somewhere.
A fine write AP. Pity I came along and started to SING my poems! Meeoowwoo! A wonder anyone is still left on here! heehee. And I must stop insulting cats too!
Hey cats have feelings too. And they'll let you know on no uncertain MEEOOWS. lol. Thanks orchidee.
Excellent write. You are a poet.
WE are poets. Thanks for your comment and reading SW.
Enjoyed it AP and I certainly agree about MPS being a place of gathering for prolific mind to divulge their feel in poetic form. Thank you gor sharing.
Thank you rr for your compliment and reading.
Your response to Jane caught my eye. First let me say that your poem speaks for me as it does for most on this site, if not all. Very well captured and expressed!
Your statement that, "Sometimes I feel like the poem already exists, and I just have to lend my hands to type it out" reflects my own experience in bringing forth that which already exists in the mind of a muse. So often that is the case, and results in some of our finest poetry.
Giant kudos AP on this wonderful tribute to MPS!
Thanks Louis, It's a real pleasure to be here amongst all of you fine poets and to have all of you reading and complimenting me on my poetry. Guess I'm doing something right, or is that write?
Thanks for writing this poem that for me is the first I read about the site. Your poem for sure is doing its porpoise to bring us together. I feel the same about my friends non poets. I have a lot of friend but none of them writes so I have no idenfication with them concerning sharing my poetry. I had to research to find this amazing place where we all understand each other. Awesome writing. I really thank you for this.
You're welcome, and thank you for being here to read it and sharing your own talent of writing poetry. I've been on two other sites as well. The first one Open Diary is gone, and the second Easy Diary has some health problems. When you sign in, it takes forever for the page to load. And almost no one is posting there anymore. And both those sites were not specifically for poetry like MPS. So when I found this place I knew I'd found something really special. Everyone is supportive and encouraging. You always get nice friendly responses to your work. Thanks m for reading me and for posting your poetry.
Always welcome.
I have two friends alone that have ever given a rip about my "hobby". My mother was always proud, even if she didn't always understand (especially anything that didn't rhyme, my goodness isn't all poetry supposed to rhyme?) and my dear Mr. T is clueless. Online poetry communities have been a blessing since I first found any a decade ago. All of the former ones are dead, and to find one as dynamic as MPS is tremendous. Many millennials have instagram poetry accounts, but to me they lack the warmth of this place. So happy to be here with you, reading this fine tribute and sharing our craft together!
Well Heather, you're lucky to have those that respect your writing. And your mother will learn as she reads that no, not all poetry has to rhyme, it can be whatever the writer chooses it to be. That's the beauty of being a poet. Mr T? I don't know who he is, but I know his attitude well. As I said in my poem, my best friend of 40+ years thought my writing poetry was a real joke that "REAL GUYS" don't write poetry. That's only for "wussies". Needless to say, we're no longer friends. But thank you for reading me and for posting your own poetry. It's true that we're all in this together.
A site not only for posting poem,
but also for meeting friends.
A site to express your feeling,
A site to get support
A site to change ideas
A site to be yourself
Thank you for sharing this poem.
Well said. Your welcome and thank you for reading and posting your poetry. We really do have something special here, and I'm happy to see so many other talented and appreciative people I can relate to such as yourself. Thanks m&m.
You are more than welcome.
Great poem! I identified with much of your thoughts. Keep your poetic side alive. It is a great muse through which to channel your thoughts.
Thanks for your compliment. I think as poets, we all share a common thread that non-poets don't really understand. Like why we write, and what we expect to accomplish by it. What seems so obviously attractive and interesting about the act of writing poetry to us is completely oblivious to those who have no interest in poetry. They think we're weird because we write, and we think they're weird because they don't understand it. I'm just commenting on what I've noticed as being odd. Thanks for your note.
A thoroughly good idea to write about this place and a really good and enjoyable write it is too. A great deal of it chimes with me and probably for all others of a few years maturity who are here too.
Thanks burning embers for your kind compliment. I'm glad you enjoy it and can relate.
I appreciate your poetic side. It's your truth and that's all a poet can ask for from another poet.
"To thine own self be true."
This poem tells the story of you and your passion for poetry...
That passion I do understand, because I have that same passion for poetry.
You can't please all the people all the time, so write because it makes you happy and hopefully others will like it too...
I like this poem.
Thanks Aa, to know my writing merits such comments from you and my other readers tells me that I'm doing something right, even though I've never stepped foot in any writing class. I learned to write poetry only as a means to get through a gauntlet of pain and emotions. And when I won the battle with pain, I just continued to write since I'd already found my inner muse. I learned that my inner muse had much to say. So when my muse speaks, I listen very closely because I know something special is about to come from my writing. I'm sure like me, you find it very hard to ignore your muse when it has something to say. And that my friend is why we write and read. Thanks for being here Aa. ; )
My muse has become a part of me now and I also find many other muses when I meet truly beautiful women and all of them inspire me, as do other poets / song writers and a million other things. When I meet my true love she will inspire me more than anything else ever has or ever will.
My subconscious does most of my writing for me, I'm just here to type it (most of the time) and then organize it so it is clear for everyone else to understand (most of the time). Sometimes when I write a poem I don't realize how good it is until the next day when I read it again and sometimes when I am writing I think it is a really good poem and it is not, but I think I need to write the bad poems to free my mind for the good poems. Sometimes you know that the poem is good though even as you are writing it.
I have never taken any poetry classes either. I just write from the soul. Once I found that I could write, I have never even imagined not writing. Writing has become a part of who I am too.
I had always wanted to write songs and then one day I wrote a poem and then a song and since then I write what I would like to read or say or have to write and hopefully other people will like what I write. I think once you have written your first poem/song even if it's good or bad, you have begun a life as a poet and if you are passionate enough, you will write forever more.
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This dreadful troll got on to one site I know, and upset everyone. The whole site came crashing down. I don't know if it's started up again. Supposed to be sometime.
I reckon I figured out who it was. There were clues. Call me Sherlock (Holmes)! Well, you got about 500 comments here, so must be a fab poem!
Was this other site Open Diary? I was there for a while and I vaguely remember a troll or two. Some are not happy until they can disrupt everyone around them. Thanks for reading Sherlock. ; )
Nope, AP. it was another site. Oops, hope it was not the same troll. The person gave the game away. kept quoting certain lines and phrases too often.
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