The Poet

by Kaylee   Jun 18, 2006


Silent prayers lend their voice,
Through the pen held by the poet,
Writing death upon a shaded stone,
Drawn on landscape God designed,

The poet pens unanswered questions,
While placing her hand upon the grave,
Society murdered a love deep enough,
To drown the war which left him slain,

Though one lay alone that night,
The poet knows what I do not,
Silence on the eve of death,
The unsaid infests her soul.

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  • 18 years ago

    by keep n touch

    I love this stuff, i like how deep you write. this poem makes you think, andnot many i read actually do that anymore. keep it up

  • 18 years ago

    by Sondos

    This is super! The way you write is out of this world, excellent message and so true! This is my favourite of your poems

    Sondos

  • 18 years ago

    by Aussie

    Gr8 poem
    "The poet knows what i do not"
    that got me thinking. cool that the ending is mistorys. it has a good rythme:)

  • 18 years ago

    by Sean Allen

    "Though one lay alone that night,"
    I thought it was confusing to use 'one' in this case, it seemed like an unreferenced pronoun.
    ~~~
    I couldn't tell which aspects of this poem was a story and which aspects where to be metaphorical. As a story poem, it succeeds in creating a haunting tale of loss... But metaphorically I am unsure about the meaning. Maybe something about silence, or words left unsaid?

  • 18 years ago

    by Natalie

    Now this is serious poetry. And, I loved it hun. It had really good flow to it. You chose GREAT wording! I actually wish I could write something like this. It was perfect! Keep it up! 5/5 =P

    `Taleee. xx.

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