Lonely Man

I had a vision of a lonely Man
Who on his shoulders weight was laid
With every sadness that sorrow can
That in his eyes was Spirit made

To capture time and tame the rage.
His pouting mouth formed early age
But in his blood he sought the fight
And always knew a sense of right.

I read his words and heard the shout,
“Not yet will I turn about!”
I looked long for him, his never die
And found him in the wind’s dark sigh.

About This Poem

Editing Stage: Editing - rough draft

About the Author

Country/Region: Northeast USA

Favorite Poets: Alfred Lord Tennyson, John Keats, William Wordsworth, Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, Matthew Arnold, Ralph Waldo Emerson

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neopoet

10 months 2 weeks ago

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Candlewitch

10 months 2 weeks ago

Dear Greenlies,

I see you have confused the AI brain...a difficult thing to do, lol! Most of the time AI confuses me! these are my favorite lines of your poem:

I looked long for him, his never die
And found him in the wind’s dark sigh.

Once again, welcome to Neopoet where you and your poetry have a home!

*hugs, Cat

Gneelies

10 months 2 weeks ago

Thanks

Thanks Candle!
I am grateful for your gentle and gracious comments. I look forward to your poetry! I'm a newbie so I appreciate you reaching out to make me feel welcome.

Gneelies

Geezer

10 months 2 weeks ago

Hey Bard...

I like this. Fun to read, it moved quickly and with very good rhyme. I could have sat down with a cup of coffee and a cookie to read a bunch of this story. Nice job. ~ Geezer.
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