To the Poets

To the Poets

A Poem by Rain
"

I've been thinking of the endless of poets and writers, our brothers and sisters, whose burden bonds us.

"

  

here's to all the poets
who sat with just a pen
and labored into the night
to find the poems end
 
minds with words that drift
looking for a place to fit
that perfect little word
that seals the feel of it
 
broken hearted human beings
who struggle to express the pain
of how deep the hurt of loss is
that even words are penned in vain
 
to the writers whose lives are lost
whose only friends float deep within
simple words of gray and black
color their lives from start to end
 
here's to the countless writers
in search of that immortal line
that screams to all who read
i was someone..somewhere..sometime
 
 
 
 
 
 

© 2009 Rain


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" Poetry is not the proper antithesis to prose, but to science. Poetry is opposed to science, and prose to metre'. The proper and immediate object of science is the aquirement, or communication, of truth;
the proper and immediate object of poetry is the communication of immediate pleasure."
Samuel Taylor Coleridge

I have to agee with Sam on that one.
As a poet; I seek beyond all else to to bring my reader ecstasy.
I know then that my reader will be a faithful lover, leave satisfied, and return often.
Just mine and Sam's thoughts.

Posted 15 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.




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That last line is almost a tragedy in itself.

As to all your other words, Rain, as always they have so much meaning, make the reader think and think, and, and are put in such a graceful, intelligent way.

You really are a poet.

Posted 15 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

a very nice write. not exactly what i'm looking for in the 'illuminate me' contest, but definately adding this to my favorites

Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

wow. Magnificent write!
Reminds me of a poem of mine
called "Masterpiece".

Posted 15 Years Ago


nailed it rain drove it home that's what it's all about.

Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I like this. Mainly because I feel that writing is so much more than a classroom, or some learned skill. Writing is a part of us and only few of us can tap into and decipher what it means. I try and I hope that one I will become a skilled writer, but I believe I must first tap into that meaning. Nice write. I enjoyed this.

Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

A very lovely entry to my contest. I found this so true how times sometimes slips by for me when I'm writing.


here's to all the writers
who sat with just a pen
and labored into the night
to find the poems end


here's to the countless writers
in search of that immortal line
that screams to all who read
i was someone..somewhere..sometime



Posted 15 Years Ago


"here's to the countless writers in search of that immortal line that screams to all who read i was someone..somewhere..sometime"

Sounds like me.....great write!

Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Truer words were never spoken. Nicely penned.

Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Good luck in the contest with this one. I have not heard alot from you lately! Hope all is well! Take care!
Cheers,lea

Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Beautifully written. Thank you for sharing. Debileah

Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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