Your Hungry Eyes

I wonder is my poetry offensive to your ears

For when your eyes were hungry to read

It was all I had to offer you

Besides me

 

Your reply was that it was all so sad

Whereas I suppose

You may have thought my words

Would be of the healing kind

Soft spoken like the whisper

Of a warm summer's breeze

Instead they seem to shout

Like thunder and lightening

During a raging storm

Speaking of pain, loss and grief

Sorrows from my past

Poured forth onto paper

With pen and ink

 

I wonder is my poetry offensive to your ears

For when your eyes were hungry to read

It was all I had to offer you

Besides me

 

For I am my poetry and my poetry is me

I needed to be honest with you

Completely, withholding nothing

No lies, only truth

For it is my life, in manic episodes

Written in free verse

Most often without rhyme

My life has not been very pretty

No flower strewn pathways

That I could walk softly upon the earth

Instead there have been many forks

In the roads that I have traveled

Stuggles and woes

Quite like the raging of a mighty river

I come crashing against the shore

Bruised and shattered

But not broken

 

I wonder is my poetry offensive to your ears

For when your eyes were hungry to read

It was all I had to offer you

Besides me

 

 

 

Reviews

[LeeLee Ryder]

I love the repetitive lines:
I wonder is my poetry offensive to your ears
For when your eyes were hungry to read
It was all I had to offer you
Besides me
@@@@@Offering yourself thru poetry is a great way to
to express yourself.. and no one should be offended
well, that's how I feel.. I wasn't...thanks for sharing..

Loved this especially:
In the roads that I have traveled
Struggles and woes
Quite like the raging of a mighty river
I come crashing against the shore
Bruised and shattered
But not broken
@@@@This part was uplifting .. We are malleable people .. hear , hear

[Woodstockforpeace]

i really like this, i love how you use you and a poem as a Semlie of however you spell it.
i might be a metaphor but i forgot.
my favorie part is:
I wonder is my poetry offensive to your ears

For when your eyes were hungry to read

It was all I had to offer you

Besides me



Your reply was that it was all so sad

Whereas I suppose

You may have thought my words

Would be of the healing kind

Soft spoken like the whisper

Of a warm summer's breeze

Instead they seem to shout

Like thunder and lightening

During a raging storm

Speaking of pain, loss and grief

Sorrows from my past

Poured forth onto paper

With pen and ink

Gr I