The Greatest Poem Never Told

The Greatest Poem Never Told

A Poem by E.H. Monroe
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emotional driven, goddamn tragic words of pure ugly and topped with tears,

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I have heard the passing pieces of the greatest poem of all time

It’s alive in the slums, drums of steno bums

Its stinky dan

Listening to ol Cheese Legs tear apart western philosophies like a filth painted Socrates while bathed in the electric light of a garbage can

As he spreads his wings and sings the psalms of ticking time bombs and the cosmos unfolds in stories untold

There

Lives the greatest poem never heard

It’s the home school student

Baby with a baby

Painting the margin’s spines

With wiser wisdom then the minds of Allegorical mystical spies

But… f**k!

A friend to feeding times and cries dissolves the goddamned lines into the garbage can where the ink runs into a puddle of time and dies

Lives the greatest poem never heard

It’s getting your snearky ear peeks outside the crooner’s coffin café,

Black, brick tomb laid to rest opium poems unused

Only to hear the mumbles of teary moods

In muffled consonants misused and A

E-I-O and You’s

Means I had missed

The greatest poem never heard

The future?!

No brighter!

It’s the new writer

The lamp lighter

The suicide citer

Nervous,

pacing afraid of a computer screen and a click to approve

To be put to screws and scrutiny and judged too critically

And frantically beats the mouse in tandem with the stone snare beats defeating her heart

Delete…

And the words, the greatest poem never heard is torn apart by microbes, lost in the midst of her cipher and dumped into the hyper cyber space,

floats

no weight

That youngblood is forced into a corner cavity

Transformed into a non transcribed tragedy

Lost in the creak of a stool

Snap of a noose

The unvented frustration

A new school revelation

And scrawled in her smoking soul

Is the greatest poem that will never

Be

told

© 2011 E.H. Monroe


Author's Note

E.H. Monroe
DON'T FUCKING READ IT
YELL IT YELL IT YELL IT
SPEAK IT INTO EXISTENCE

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Til now. hell we don't care what people think.....I write for me right...lol? This lifted up the skirt of the quiet school girl who never did nothin' to nobody and turned her into a w***e, but that will never be written by her brother or father and her best friend was sworn to secrecy so only half the school knows. Society can't seem to speak the truth even if it see's it and it takes forty pound balls to push it in the faces of those that know its there but pretend to be unaffected. Great...thought provoking for sure.

Posted 13 Years Ago


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I am sure there are millions of brilliant poems that have never been heard and never will be for one reason or another. This poem speaks the truth and many lines stick out in this poem to me.

Posted 13 Years Ago


hell, YEAH!

Posted 13 Years Ago


:)

Posted 13 Years Ago


Electric compilation of words describing the degradation of a lost soul. Dynamic flow that steps on toes and takes names...just to write them on the bathroom wall "for a good time call...."

Posted 13 Years Ago


it raw, its angry, it agressive and powerful....this could well be the anthem for a society that wants to change...and i agree with Crowley that it will take 40 pound balls to speak the truth.

Posted 13 Years Ago


Now thats the best love poem I never read

Angry poem, scream and shout poem, dont hold anything in, just let it all out, good in the rhyme slides so well in the slime, to fast you passed by to miss the best poem you never read. wow it took me, thank you

Posted 13 Years Ago


"Scrawled in her smoking soul is the greatest poem that will never be told"

Great ending line and yet if this was a song that would be the chorus. This whole poem had a nice flow to it. Why is it that we write great things and then throw them away? Do we think we can do better or just that know one can see in the abstract?

Posted 13 Years Ago


a deafening piece of spoken word..raw..

Posted 13 Years Ago


Time and thought wait for none.. not even the words...
Regards~ Sayandeep

Posted 13 Years Ago


Nice work...even the poetic invisibility of thoose who strive to just have a very thought escape into the society of acceptability can relate...exposing the mind without expressing upon a page ... a nice expression of your own....

nice...

Posted 13 Years Ago



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E.H. Monroe
E.H. Monroe

hate your f*****g guts, NJ



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