Poet's Doom

I am a poet

Yet there's no poem 

That I can claim to be truly mine

Not even this one, it's yours,

They all are.

They all are about you

About your youth___how beautiful you are

About your love___how you were left alone

Ah, The thought!

That people will always find you

That I will always find you in them___

That you will always find yourself

But they'll never find me

That you'll never find me

In my poems. 

Author's Note

Down in the dumps.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

I don't know.
But they'll never find me
That you'll never find me
In my poems. "
I believe if you read a writer deeply. Like a Jack London, Hemingway or Salinger tale. Their story hidden in their words. Thank you Suhd for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote

[Suhd]

Thank you so much my friend.

[Coyote Poetry]

You are welcome my friend.

[barleygirl]

I'm sorry you felt down when you wrote this, but that issue didn't impact your writing talent! I hate it when a poet feels down, so the words come out as bleak spillage. On the other hand, here you have crafted a meaningful message, despite having down feelings behind it. You make an interesting & relatable point mostly by explaining. This tends to keep a reader "in his/her head" as far as being an analytical message. Sometimes a poet tries to convey a similar message, but using imagery instead of explaining -- this is what's called "SHOW instead of tell" (first rule of good writing). Your poem is fine the way you wrote it & I'm not saying to change it. I'm just going to use this poem to illustrate a few tweaks that could be made to add more imagery instead of explanatory/analytical.

Lines 4,5,6: the idea of a poem is referred to in nondescript terms . . .
"Not even this one" . . . "They all are" . . . "They all are about you."
Here are some alternatives . . .
"Not even these piddly ink drops of mine" . . .
"Each word is emblazoned with your face" . . .
"All my ink splatters taken together reveal YOU" . . .

Another way that your poem is a little flat, not multi-dimensional, are due to
over-used descriptions like "your youth" . . . "how beautiful" . . . "your love"
Such phrases are used so often in love poetry, these words lose their meaning.
When you use imagery, you burn a vision in the reader's mind, so that your
message becomes more memorable. Here are some possibilities:
"Your smooth vibrant skin" (instead of "youth")
"How mesmerizing" (instead of beautiful)
"Your heartfires always warm me" (instead of "your love")

My suggestions might sound lame to you becuz this needs to be done in
your style & I don't want to change your style. I'm just offering examples
to show how more imagery can be used to SHOW instead of tell.
Thanks for taking the time to consider (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[Suhd]

This is really helpful, you've done me a great service by highlighting my lows. Thanks Margie for this amazing review. I'll work on the stuff you pointed out :)

[barleygirl]

I was so busy with my examples, I did not tell you how powerful your message is . . . I love your central idea about each poem being a reflection of the other person. You convey that with much intensity!

[.]

A very grand poem, Suhd!

Delicately written and quietly melancholic, this is the true expression of the poet; our words are always written for others and are never truly our own. An extremely heartfelt piece full of longing for the muse that once was, now lost, yet who will live forever in your words.

A fine write.

[Suhd]

Thank you, my friend, for your valuable insight and a number of compliments. You're kind.

[Najam Us Saher]

Amazing, I loved the last line the most.
While we are poets, our poetry is someone else..

[Suhd]

Much obliged, Saher !

[¿]

It's not writers block, right?
Something bout how we dedicate our creations to special ones most of the times and ignore to leave a sign of ourselves....or something else that I shall know? Please tell me! :)

[Suhd]

yeah, it's the second interpretation. We make people immortal and in the end only a little is known about our own selves. How sad na?

[¿]

We mostly get lost in the crowd of dead people at the end.
.....your warmly welcome! :)