Geezer

Jul 19, 2012 ⭐ View statistics (Premium feature)

I'm listening...

When another makes the effort
To reach out and touch someone
There are ears that listen
To the message in all sum

No matter the rejection
Keep trying to be heard
Just try and try again
Someone reads your word

Loving and being loved
It’s not easy, so I’m told
In a world that does not hear
In a world that’s cold

There is warmth here, in some hearts
for those who pay attention
Just who they are and where
There is no need to mention

About This Poem

Last Few Words: Just a few words of encouragment for those who keep trying to spread the love.

Style/Type: Structured: Western

Review Request Direction: What did you think of my title?
How does this theme appeal to you?
How was the beginning/ending of the poem?

Review Request Intensity: I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back

Editing Stage: Editing - polished draft

About the Author

Region, Country: New York State - USA, USA

Favorite Poets: Poe, Emily Dickenson, Robert Frost, Shakespeare, and many of the poets here at Neopoet.

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Comments

Ian.T

13 years ago

Mr Gee

Your love precedes you in this piece as you look out for others.
Watch out the love is after you...
Yours Ian.T

Geezer

13 years ago

Love finds me...

all the time. It makes itself known. I only have to respond. ~ Geezer

Geezer

12 years 12 months ago

Thank you Mark...

There are some people that never find love, because they do not recognise it when they see it. ~ Gee

scribbler

12 years 12 months ago

Hi Gee

this is good on at least three levels. You could well be referring to the world in general, your world or even this site. ..........................stan

Geezer

12 years 12 months ago

Stan,It was...

and is on all three levels, as you suggest. Remarkably astute of you, as usual! ~ Gee

Esker

8 years 4 months ago

love is the shortening...not the short of the soul

its essence gives rise to flavor
of love like an art
then the rancid ruin
of a scorched and bitter
heart

the heat of being burnt
brings rise to the texture
of experience and magic
then crispey capacitor
of take no risk
a mere lizards twitch
then an emotion
wended bewitched

i am grateful for my route
and journey here
then to be alone
in love with the
fowl of my own
jowel
for the flock of friends
make wise its way
keeping away that
which is best away

thanks MR geezer!

Keith Logan

8 years 4 months ago

I am confused

This is written in quatrains but not presented as such, which merely has the effect of interfering with the flow of the read. That apart, it is quite a good and clear poem.

Geezer

8 years 4 months ago

this poem in preparation for inclusion in a book of poems and messed up the spacing. I never really meant for it to be re-published here. I'm glad that I did however, because I got some new feedback and was wondering if it is good enough to include. Maybe I can get a few more comments?
~ Gee.
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Keith Logan

8 years 4 months ago

well,

I like it very much and would be pleased to read such quality in any book I bought.
One little typo, there is an extra "one" at the end of the second line.

Geezer

8 years 4 months ago

Thank you Keith...

I wonder how I missed that? I thought that maybe I would let this be the first poem in the book, sort of like an introduction? ~ Gee.
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Keith Logan

8 years 4 months ago

Excellent

I reread the poem and think it would fulfill that office perfectly.