A Poet's Lament

[SmilingLez]

Poets
bleed
ink.
Unseen.
Unheard.
Unsung.
Our
words
rot.
Unread.
While
novels
dance
unapologetically.

 

[Xenofidelity78]

Words are wondrous yet unwieldy things. Often used for that which their authors did not intend. This place and its utility is subjective yet leans a particular direction. One that poetry unless written as smut doesn't qualify.

 

[Cosmic_Soul_Survivor]

The Lament ...

Breathe Deep The Gathering Gloom ...
As Watch Lights Fade From Every Room.
Bedsitter People Look Back & Lament,
Another Day's Useless Images - Spent!

Impassioned Lovers Wrestle As One ...
A Lonely Man Cries For Love - and Has None!
A Young Mother Picks Up & Suckles Her Son ...
Senior Citizens Wish They Were Young.

Cold-Hearted Orb That Rules The Night ...
Removes The Colors From Our Sight.
Red Is Grey & Yellow White ...
Yet We Decide Which Is Right,
And Which Is An Illusion !!!

[ NB: Kudos To Moody Blues For The Inspiration ... ]​

 

[UWERETHINKINGIT]

Inspired.

A daydream takes flight.

Unshared.

It dies on the wing.