The Poet

by HansRik   Feb 27, 2006


The Poet

The poet's heart, by loneliness consumed,
Does long to write the pains, forlorn,
Lest th'soul be glaringly entombed-
Ruined, phantoms, so utterly torn.

The poet's soul, by nature's joys absorbed,
Has sought t'immortalise those miracles
In fragile words and sensuous lives-
Lest memories forgotten be.

But hark! By love and fantasies destroyed,
The poet's heart has no remedy:
Instead remains an empty void,
Entrenched so solidly by a malady.

Then, the Glory's soon concealed by Time's coarse sands.

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  • 17 years ago

    by swill

    I loved it, but the last line, though a very unique thought, somehow didn't fit in with the rest of the poem. Maybe you should write another poem on the last line itself.

  • 17 years ago

    by Fan Angeleo

    You are a poet, no doubts about that, great work.

  • 18 years ago

    by **dare~2~breathe**

    As usual you chose a topic, and portayed to to perfection. I cannot find a higher praise then to say, your truly my favourite poet. x

  • 18 years ago

    by shobhana kumar

    Fantastic! i'm actually running out of superlatives for your work!! excellent. evokes very strong feelings and very beautifully wirtten!

    love and peace
    shobhana

  • 18 years ago

    by Fighter (Ariane L.)

    Wow.... you truly are gifted. keep up the amazing work!
    -xXx-

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