Poetry Today

was I wrong in saying

Poetry is composed less .....read lesser ....and commented upon least ....
except for some great guys outright condemnation ....
so compose
and
repose a faith in yourself,
read and read and then confess
tis worth a garbage bin's worth
and
then smear it all
on mother earth

About This Poem

Style/Type: Free verse

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

Editing Stage: Editing - rough draft

About the Author

Country/Region: ROU

Comments

Ian.T

11 years 9 months ago

Loved

Do not cry, as no one hears thy fretting.
Young Bard we write because we hold a pen in our hearts.
That others decry our write means nothing.
Mine as yours is held up for all to see. then we take it down.
If no one comments or reads that is fine by me.
It is not a waste as it is there for all to see
I always copy out and do what you told me
I send it off to sites anew where it is read and monies are paid.
Tis grand that others who seek out words can find us.somewhere.
Many years ago when I started to write and shout at the world
it had no ears or eyes, but now my friend our words
They rattle around the ether who then cares.
Yours Ian.T, Yenti, Sparrow, and all my friends..

loved

11 years 9 months ago

ur a master

simply read my comments
just posted on friend Stan's
it covers your stand
this bard is now no crying man
only compose a poetry
and I post it
before I have another coffee sip
I see they post and pennies like thin sand roll in
and Jess says
you are boasting
blasted no poet ...
Ian's bard

Jenifer James

11 years 9 months ago

Ouch

This sounds like one of my days fighting with belief. Saw this was a rough draft - looking forward to the next version...although maybe this was a throw away poem - what I call a rant? :)