Paper Soul

Poets will try to hide their pain

Where tears will go unseen

They'll hide the countless demons slain

With words they find serene

Emotion will always find their sleeves

It's part of who they are

A special way the poet grieves

To mend that hidden scar

A poet is lost until they're found

They just can't find their way

A silent scream without a sound

Will chase their pain away

A poet is made of different stuff

They're not like all the rest

Peace, they never seem to have enough

Until their sin's confessed

They're haunted by their need to write

Their ink made to console

For most are prisoners to the night

And they're born with a paper soul

Reviews

[h cingisiz]

Love the title of this, "Paper soul" is genius and the poem beautifully describes the tortured poet.

[KarinaT]

Emotion will always find their sleeves

It's part of who they are

A special way the poet grieves

To mend that hidden scar

Oh wow - you really know this don't you. I can see I have to settle in for a long evening of reading.

[Frieda P]

this is marvelous, I think all writers will relate to it...

Peace, they never seem to have enough
Until their sin's confessed

So sweet...

[Olivia Marie]

It is amazing, I love it.

[Elvis Gilley]

This well expressed image reminds me of my soul.

[Winter Frey]

I like it...Very nice and true. Sorta makes me think of one of my characters, Winter...

[not here]

Nice poem, Whiskurz.
I can't say I agree with some of the suppositions about a poet, but I can freely admire and applaud your poeticism and skill.
As some other Whiskurz poems (I haven't read 'em all yet), there is good rhythm and the timing/meter makes the writing very palatable. I believe your poem would work under a number of various forms, or strucures. Though as it stands is rather a nice read also.
Thanks for sharing. :-)

[Jagged memory]

Deep intriguing write, enjoyable to read....find it poetic