The Maddened Poet
"Young in years and old in hours,"
Pressed to pen poetic powers.
Though often lacking what I need,
To reap the rarely ripened read.
The rhythm falters far too fast,
The rhymes are vain and veer so vast.
That all is lost and left to lie.
Prevailing poets pass me by.
I twist, I turn, I toss all night.
My wrist, it burns, from all I write.
My quest to quill the very best,
And place asunder all the rest.
I hardly ever hit the mark,
Unleashing arrows in the dark.
With poisoned tips they pierce my soul,
But missing my initial goal.
The human heart, my target set,
I've failed, but haven't finished yet.
My words of wisdom will ignite.
With poisoned arrow's final flight.
For now, I'll rest my weary eyes,
Await my fated forced demise.
And fiercely face this fight within,
Till the maddened poet strikes again.
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Hey Tim
I really like this one, Hope the maddened poet quills a few more . The word play was excellent :)
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Strong poem
it gets you thinking from the off-great choice of words too :D ♥
not the only one
i wrote "i sought to sing" same lines of thought. we all seek what others seemingly avoided but aquired..e a poe for one..only wrote to ease his own torment. and is considered, rightly so, a master but i wonder did he feel satisfaction with his words or was he always struggling and searching for that thought he couldnt convey?
if i wrote this i would have swapped fast and vast plays on the words more to my thinking
great work
Impressed!
This is the first I've read of you, TRYeager, and I must say that I am very impressed! Your language is exquisite! I love the idea of this poem and the story is well told. Very beautiful and profound =] I look forward to reading more from you =]
PS--I like your name, how it is a combination of your initials and surname to create two words of similar meaning =]
wInTeR rOsE
LOVE IT!
"I hardly ever hit the mark,
Unleashing arrows in the dark.
With poisoned tips they pierce my soul,
But missing my initial goal."
I know! I hate how I know exactly what I want to express in a poem, but can't find the words. Drives me crazy. Even when I succeed I fall short. Words can never truly express whats in the heart, but we can try and we can get close. Never give up! Never surrender! ahaha Love this poem.~Stace~