Ah! A starving poet and the things he’s heard.
A starving poet who won’t eat his words.
For he knows them all to be true
His claims about people and the things that they do
There they lie both beneath the covers
Dreams of being true to yet another
So far away from each other
Ah! the things they do.
They speak of love about which they’ve heard
The story changing with every word
Until the story sounds absurd
Ah! the things the poet’s heard.
The vows of faith to a lover
Shooting hearts where they hover
The thrill of cheating with the other.
Ah! the secrets the poet discovered.
They brag about being free
Teaching children and friends who to be
The world revolves around “we”
Ah! the things the poet can see.
They’re building up a wall
So they can’t see others fall
They bow to the many, have all the world crawl
Ah, the starving poet; he pities them all.
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Oh wow..a 120 views!! That's a lot..anyway..nice poem! I liked what you said at the end..about the poet pitying all the others in the world. I enjoyed this one! Thanks :-)
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Wow 100 views. Neat. I'm kinda amazed that there are people who read it multiple times. Through testing I found if you read it multiple times it still counts it as one view or at least it does for my views.
The world revolves around “we”
Ah! the things the poet can see.
The only thing which I will say about your beautiful work is that you have shown everyone mirror.Yes, you are absolutely right in the ironical but true lines and yet we try the same.
You must have done a lot of work to come out with a creation like this.Poetry,philosophy,morality, all sent to us so poetically.
Praise to you.
Bless you
Rajasir
I've read this piece a number of times and it seems to get better every time through. By now it's a polished work, about ready to drop from the vine. My favorite lines? "The story changes with every word/ until the story seems absurd." It just seems to do something for me, I dunno. All I can say is, it keeps me coming back--it's gotta be good. There!
"Beneath his arrogance, however, he is desperately hungry for some emotional or physical sustenance of his own" Whosawhatnow? Where'd that come from? Seriously what made you think that?
Sure, this poem is cynical, but it employs a very clever, satirical cynicism. And from my perspective, that makes it all the more interesting. That being said, I like that you implicitly make the distinction between a starving poet and a "full" poet. It seems that the starving poet perceives the people around him and portrays their loves and lives and sorrows through his work, yet remains somewhat detached from the world. Beneath his arrogance, however, he is desperately hungry for some emotional or physical sustenance of his own. Perhaps for one who has merely observed life, and never experienced it, words are the only means of achieving gratification. That thought is a sad thing in itself.
Nice work, and great ending. The last line is my favorite, as it truly conveys the sardonic tone and theme of the poem.
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