Every Poet Writes Those Lines

Don't we all write this poem in some shape or form.

Every poet writes those lines.

The ones that bring the pain.
Stanzas recount every tear,
And they fall again like rain.

 

Absent loves leave tired hearts
To lie at fitful wake.
Left alone to struggle with
That dull and throbbing ache.

 

Oh that words returned to us,
Lost days and moments gone.
But Time, she has no pity,
She grimly marches on.

 

How many are there out there
Who do not have a clue?
They do not know our anguish
They’ve all found loves anew.

 

So we write, we pray, we hope,
They wonder how we’ve been.
We tell ourselves they'll miss us
As the tears bleed from our pens.

Reviews

[Emily B]

They say that "time assuages,"--
Time never did assuage;
An actual suffering strengthens,
As sinews do, with age.
Time is a test of trouble,
But not a remedy.
If such it prove, it prove too
There was no malady.
--E. Dickinson

We write ourselves on the page. And I see you're having trouble with lost moments and time gone. :-)

When words are written with true emotion, the feelings cannot be masked. They are as alive in the words as you or me. We can always be found out by our writing.

[Doreen]

This is incredible. I love this. Love the words (so true) and the flow in which they read. Perfect!

[Rick Puetter]

Dear Creepy Blue Guy,

This a truly a deep and beautiful poem. I love the simplicity of almost perfect 7-6-7-6 syllable count
and the abcb rhyme scheme. This is wonderfully effective in delivering your profound and so true message that poetry pulls deeply at the heartstrings. Kudos.

Two humble suggestions. From what I see you broke the 7-6-7-6 meter twice in your poem. The first is in the first stanza with a 7-6-7-7 meter, which might be fixed with closing the stanza with "Then fall again like rain". And the second is the last stanza which is again a 7-6-7-7 stanza, which might be fixed by closing with "As tears bleed from our pens."

This was a fabulous poem. Very highest marks.

Best regards,

Rick

[Phoenix]

"As the tears bleed from our pens." That is my favorite line!

Very astute, to write a poem about poems....Every poet does write those lines, sometimes that's all they write.

You submitted this to my contest "Clarity". I don't know if it will be a winner, but I wanted to tell you it got to the finalists! Great work!

[Linda Stinson]

"I feel your pain," hurt is hurt, pain is pain, poets never give it a rest, but then again grief is a process, everyone must grieve. Let the tears bleed and soon, I am sure, the poets will receive their just rewards. Just wait, maybe I feel a poem about dying that dull and throbbing lonely death. Hey, maybe I'm a poet and don't know it...lol I bleed, just not the way a poet does.

[Avery Ash]

ooh, i love it.
-♥-
Avery

[Seriana]

OMG Jerry....I have no words. This is heartbreaking! :( I love it. It's so true, too. Nice job. :)

[Christel Grady]

Is it hubris to think that we feel more than others? Oftentimes I ask myself that question, but if we didn't, then where would art in general be? Going into my favs. Thanks!

[SM Davis]

So true! Yes, hopefully, we as writers evolve and move beyond what is inside "our world" and move on to bigger things. However, I believe that we begin as everything begins...with what we know.

[Siddartha Beth Pierce]

I agree, this is definitely a favorite of mine. Succint and lovely in a justifiably melancholic way. Thank you for sharing. Just sublime.
Light,
Siddartha