Bright star would I were steadfast as thou art And kind and sweet and beautiful and good Would I, like thee, suspended in the night Gaze down with bright compassion on the world
But I'm not steadfast Nor kind nor sweet nor good And beauty means these twisted choking words Self-contorted sentences and strangled poetry
Would I were steadfast Would I, like you Could breathe the airless night Would I, hung so high aloft the skies And so alone " would I, like you Burn radiant and bright
Bright star Would you were here I do not crave your light I crave your warmth and fingertips and flesh I crave your burning lips your shining eyes Your whispered words and dizzying embrace
Bright sun engulfing all the sky with light And all the stars and all my head and heart and flesh and soul
I am not a star I am the Moon My beauty mere reflection of your own These words cold barren craters in my heart These words are pale moonbeams casting out Hopeless through the cold and airless night These words are pale moonbeams Reflected light distorted ghostly memories Of your scorching fevered kiss
These skies are cold this night is dark The air around is deathly sparse
Bright star I love you And when this racking love grows hard I lift my eyes and remember this Forever will I love thee and you be bright
John Keats died at 25
200 years later
I thank God
for our superior medicine
and my inferior poetry.
This was inspired by the poem Bright Star and the life of English poet John Keats. Tuberculosis the medical care of the day and an unfortunate two month voyage to Rome all conspired to kill such a great young poet. I'm so grateful modern medicine is so much better. My poetry is no where near Keats so perhaps I'll escape the Grim Reaper's notice for a while longer yet
just edited this by adding pics lol
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@gotchabitch! wanna be sued for slander I have proof I wrote this so keep it up it was published shortly after I wrote it even entered it in a contest around the same time
~leppero Moments ago
"dude,sorry to inform you virginpoet has stolen your poem and pasted it as her own on a site called writerscafe."
here is the link.
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And about those posting dates: All you've done is edit older posts, replacing the original text with the poem you stole, on sites which don't say when a post was last modified.
Virgin Poet is a plagiarist. It's been proved she stole her post F**k Me in Verses (http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/VirginPoet/659866/) from a user on DUP: http://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems/12019/ If you scroll down on the latter link you'll find this comment:
"I LOVE this poem wish I had thought of it in the way you did. You should read my poem "Devour me" cause reading ur poem makes me feel like that all over again. You know the feeling of butterflys and all that excitement that comes with it well thats how I feel when I read a good poem Thanks for all that. I think I just fell in love a lil bit"
Virgin's post Devour Me can be found here: http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/VirginPoet/659869/
She has also stolen from many other poets and remains unrepentant even in the face of overwhelming evidence. The poem you've just read with her name on it has probably at least in part been plagiarised from someone else.
To the person reading this, especially if before now you've followed Virgin Poet's posts on this site, please help fight plagiarism and flag her. Provide WritersCafe with the links and comment above. It may be tough for some of you to believe but Samantha Campbell is a thief, and unless we all pull together in exposing her lies she'll carry on stealing from other people.
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