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(The last two verses will have to fit into the details. So please wait until you've read all of the poem before throwing stones through my window.)

A Poet's Lament


When ten thousand poets, pen in hand,
scream outward in anger with their might,
their words flow like blood upon the land
as ten thousand blinded by the light ---
while ten thousand lovers do no right.

With ten thousand muses from above,
each one involved in us finding love,
us losing love, us forsaking love,
poets always seem to feel it worse;
these broken hearts seeping endless verse.

As ten thousand souls, misunderstood,
in relationships they know that would
bruise them, bang them, slam them to the ground,
ten thousand poets will soon be found
explaining pain to the world around.

With ten million single men out there,
ten million single women somewhere,
what would happen if they wisely chose
a good-hearted mate from one of those —
a returned love that they could share?

(Cont.)

2007-10-31 05:27:28 · 3 answers · asked by Doc Watson 7 in Arts & Humanities Poetry

(Cont.)

Would their words aim towards a broader sight?
Would they express anger at the plight
of oppressed people, of greed’s forced pain,
hypocrisy’s evil and war’s gain,
or nature’s demise — worlds gone insane?

If words are mightier than the sword
can’t personal anguish then afford
to stop itself from being so maimed?
Or does it somehow make them seem sane
that they secretly relish their pain?

2007-10-31 05:29:20 · update #1

3 answers

This is absolutely a splendid poem; it flows nicely and has a great rhythm and an even more powerful meaning.

2007-11-01 04:09:38 · answer #1 · answered by SoMissUnderstood2 3 · 2 0

The poets who have found the pens
Do simply wish them whole again
To stand and suffer for their sins
Of knowing where the pain begins

And in this sacrificial light
They try retrieve their guiding light
But others state their words arnt right
So slide like shadows into night

But oh we hope and pray for thee
Who sees what truely can will be
And gives us hope to someday see
The way to right our wrongs

2007-10-31 12:40:29 · answer #2 · answered by JestandIllusion 2 · 1 2

great poem. i particularly agree with the last two stanzas

2007-10-31 12:46:46 · answer #3 · answered by kleptomanic sheep 5 · 2 0

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