The Greatest Poem Never Told

The Greatest Poem Never Told

A Poem by E.H. Monroe
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emotional driven, goddamn tragic words of pure ugly and topped with tears,

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I have heard the passing pieces of the greatest poem of all time

It’s alive in the slums, drums of steno bums

Its stinky dan

Listening to ol Cheese Legs tear apart western philosophies like a filth painted Socrates while bathed in the electric light of a garbage can

As he spreads his wings and sings the psalms of ticking time bombs and the cosmos unfolds in stories untold

There

Lives the greatest poem never heard

It’s the home school student

Baby with a baby

Painting the margin’s spines

With wiser wisdom then the minds of Allegorical mystical spies

But… f**k!

A friend to feeding times and cries dissolves the goddamned lines into the garbage can where the ink runs into a puddle of time and dies

Lives the greatest poem never heard

It’s getting your snearky ear peeks outside the crooner’s coffin café,

Black, brick tomb laid to rest opium poems unused

Only to hear the mumbles of teary moods

In muffled consonants misused and A

E-I-O and You’s

Means I had missed

The greatest poem never heard

The future?!

No brighter!

It’s the new writer

The lamp lighter

The suicide citer

Nervous,

pacing afraid of a computer screen and a click to approve

To be put to screws and scrutiny and judged too critically

And frantically beats the mouse in tandem with the stone snare beats defeating her heart

Delete…

And the words, the greatest poem never heard is torn apart by microbes, lost in the midst of her cipher and dumped into the hyper cyber space,

floats

no weight

That youngblood is forced into a corner cavity

Transformed into a non transcribed tragedy

Lost in the creak of a stool

Snap of a noose

The unvented frustration

A new school revelation

And scrawled in her smoking soul

Is the greatest poem that will never

Be

told


© 2011 E.H. Monroe



Author's Note

E.H. Monroe
DON'T FUCKING READ IT
YELL IT YELL IT YELL IT
SPEAK IT INTO EXISTENCE

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Til now. hell we don't care what people think.....I write for me right...lol? This lifted up the skirt of the quiet school girl who never did nothin' to nobody and turned her into a w***e, but that will never be written by her brother or father and her best friend was sworn to secrecy so only half the school knows. Society can't seem to speak the truth even if it see's it and it takes forty pound balls to push it in the faces of those that know its there but pretend to be unaffected. Great...thought provoking for sure.

Posted 6 Years Ago


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*I bow down to thee* haha loved this. So refreshingly dirty XD

Posted 4 Years Ago


sounds like the poem you hear in those last moments before consciousness fades and the synapses run dry

Posted 5 Years Ago


I knew I had read this one before. I believe I have read all your pieces in this place and more but each time I read your work I take something different from it and my eyes open a little wider to all the information you spill into one piece. I am thinking I shouldn't have read your pieces late at night for they seem clearer to me now or maybe that is because I am use to your wording now. Still an outstanding piece that makes us think about what writes have been thrown in the trash never to be read or see the pages of a book.

Posted 5 Years Ago


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I think I have found my favourite poem of yours..You have always had a way of describing the world in inky putrescence. You don't pull any punches and I admire your conviction. This is pure magic..passionate, emotive and with impeccable spoken flow..damn Mr Monroe..impressed (although I hardly think it matters what I think to you)..a keeper .thankyou.

Posted 5 Years Ago


If we never had such walls to climb why would there being any point in asking for critique? We need to be pushed, challenged and doubted. Anyone who can't handle such pain from having someone disagree with what their soul has poured out should not be a child of art. Still, the frustration portrayed is relatable, tough and common. The words expressed are well chosen and I like the way it is broken up.

Posted 6 Years Ago


Guilty! I've trashed many a poem when I was younger. Now I don't give a damn- I agree with Crowly, I write for me, for the release, from inspiration or to inspire. Another great write!

Posted 6 Years Ago


IF I MUST YELL WHICH I NEVER DO, I MUST SAY FOREVER TELL THIS STORY TRUE! THE LOVELY WOMAN WHICH YOU HAUNT, THE ONE YOU WILL BETHROTHE - IS THAT WORD - WELL ANYWAY, IT WORKS HERE BEYOND THE ROAD LESS TRAVELED AND SAYS STEADFAST YOU WILL BE THE ONE AT LAST! BEST OF LUCK! I never write in caps but this called for it dig it?
Light,
Siddartha

Posted 6 Years Ago


You are the essence of the common man .And I have met you many times When I raced i had many men who worked with me and around me that had stories with Oscar written all over them.They had truly lived loved and some even died. Their religion was survival and their strength was resilience. They spoke of things they knew first hand.,Only those who belonged to the club of the downtrodden could understand the miseries they called home. But they are the ones do the living and dying for the most part,And though they were forced to risk their lives in most efforts they reaped the whirlwind and touched the essence of existence as men.

Posted 6 Years Ago


i yelled it, and 36 Afghan shepards surrounded me and stabbed me over and over with peices of broken glass and pissed on my bleeding soul....totally what i was looking for

Posted 6 Years Ago


I'm dropping by again. I love this poem, btw.

Posted 6 Years Ago



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