From A Living Poet

[morbid]

I wrote this poem after repeatedly hearing people say things like . . .

"Poets don't get famous until they die, ya know." and "No one will appreciate your gift until you kick the bucket my friend!"

Often I have thought, Who needs glory? I'd prefer just to be heard and to touch people on that innermost level. So, listen to me while I am alive World. Don't wait until I am a member of The Dead Poet’s Society.


I Aim to be a Lyrical- Miracle,

With real substance, yet, somewhat satirical.

A wizard of words, stirring and stewing

Soothing rainbows while storm clouds are brewing.

A mid- winter rose or a cold desert rain,

Blending smile and tear, mixing promise with pain.

I Am . . .

The moon at noon, midnight sun, mismatched socks,

I'm the self- appointed Prince of Paradox.

To delight or disgust, for sneers or applause,

To mirror my world, to stand for a cause.

I please, I provoke, I keep their hearts pounding

But not until death are poets "Astounding!"



I don't think this is my best work but I'm distracted ;(

[Venus]

I agree it isnt your best work.. STOP THINKING ABOUT THE LOCKED DOOR AND TWO CHICKS. -.-

[morbid]

I agree it isnt your best work.. STOP THINKING ABOUT THE LOCKED DOOR AND TWO CHICKS. -.-

kar I can tell you for once I am not thinkin about that

[crimsoninferno]

This actually made me laugh, but in a good way. It isn't your best work, but it is still good and I like it.