THE BORING POET.

The best shine. the worst dies. the one in between suffers the most.

The Boring Poet.

 

Halted sips are taken
Hunger pangs awaken
Warm seats vacated
When I talk

 

Whispering and cheers
Flirting with dears
Words find no ears
When I talk

 

Watches greet the eyes
I hear silent sighs
“Why don’t you stop”
When I talk

 

Funny videos viewed
Eyes to phones glued
Share all important news
When I talk

 

At his turn, I heard him right?
Full attention teary-eyed
‘least pretend a laugh, a shock
When I talk

 

Great poets, May you shine!
OH! me? I’ll be fine.
Head held high, I shall clap
When I talk

 

Author's Note

An expression of a nervous mind. just not be perfect in grammar and formation but it is honest and with going through the grind of improvisations.

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

wow i feel this so often...doing readings...do they really want to hear this? is this poetry worth a salt?
are they preoccupied with something else diverting their attention.

i think real poets question themselves often, the wanna be's often confront an audience as if they are "stars"---

wonderfully expressed.

j.

[Mirza Mehak]

i really liked what you said
i think real poets question themselves often, the wanna be's often confront an audience as if they are "stars"--- :) :)

[Lyric]

Wonderful piece, I feel what you got across almost constantly, there is no reason to question ourselves, beautifully put, we all should learn to clap when we talk

[Robert]

I enjoyed this peice, it read very well. Nice!

[Coyote Poetry]

I like the places and thoughts in the poetry. The short statements said enough. I liked the flow of thoughts leading to the very good ending. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[Nerf]

I'm listening, keep talking your voice matters.

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A heart-felt write and nothing boring about your words. I enjoyed this very much. I think the majority of us are in the middle. Thank you for sharing.