A Poet's Heart

It is truly sad to say

That a poet’s beautiful heart

Is always in utter pain

As he masters his divine art

Until the end of his days

As he passionately bleeds,

word after precious word

And as he gracefully sings

Like a delicate songbird

His pain still grows

With each waking day

And every dreadful night

With dwindling hope

That the pain shall fade away

But it is not the poet’s choice

As he takes on this risky endeavor

Creating such beauty, pure elegance

Sealing his undying heart away,

In the midst of forever

A poet’s heart,

That is what I have

As I turn my sorrows into art,

Inventing such beautiful memories

...memories that will forever last

For all the world to see...

Author's Note

I hope you enjoy this poem!

Reviews

[Cool Girl]

This is pretty:) I like the emotions you put into this. I absolutely understand this poem and the feeling put into it. Great job, Brian!

[Cambion]

Well, it turns out that I was having a grumpy morning; but once I started to read this, I felt some relief. It's true that artists suffer, but in some ways there's nothing more stoic than an artist. These things are heavy burdens in life: expectation, aspiration, and the endless and often fruitless quest for inspiration; but how often do we hear the lamentation of the artists? Rarely, because they internalize it.

Kudos on your sympathetic and cathartic poem, Mr. Peeples; I enjoyed it greatly and encourage you to create more.

[Brian M. Peeples]

Thank you for your generous words. I will write more, as it is a poet's passion to write beautiful poetry. A beautiful poem represents a beautiful, true heart. A heart is beautiful for its scars as it still thrives while have been pained to a tremendous extent. I know that I suffer, as an artist, due to not feeling as if I belong, or fit in with today's society. But, on the other hand, I'd rather not fit into today's world than give up my passion in order to become the same as everyone else. We are all different, in some way, and we should embrace our differences and cherish our ability to be unique. As there are over seven billion people in this world, there is only one of each person. That makes each and every single human being special, as the same goes for every other living soul on this planet throughout the entire universe.

[Matching Socks]

Always in utter pain...

How true those words are Brian.
Beautiful poem, you do have a poet's heart.

[Lizardo]

A Good poem describing a poet I really like it, Good work