The Poet

The Poet

His troubled and weary thoughts form the lines
    While his eyes see only the black of the mines
His broken heart connects the twisting words
    But still the dark knight welds his rusty sword

Some smile
    But others frown

Logic has lost its way
    Confusion ruins the day
Some say he is sad
    While others say he must be mad
Crazy or sane he knows not
    For his mind be tied in a knot

Some laugh
    While others cry

Alone or in a crowd he feels strange
    And at times he wishes all were out of range
Hurt upon hurt till he can take no more
    Yet the world pokes open still another sore

Some live
    But all must die

He feels forgotten and alone
    Only words comfort his swollen eyes
Sleep fails him
    But written pages ease the pain

He reads till he can see no more
    His fingers write the mighty lore
When he thinks he has felt the worst pain yet
    Still one hurt more cursed than all does beset

Tears help not
    And laughter only hurts

The novelist finishes his book
    And the storyteller speaks of a happily ever after
But the Poet can find no end
    Till the day he dies
    He never does finish that one last line

Reviews

[B]

Said every poet lol

Good one
ok i have to go do some work
i need to move away from this magnet field lol

[H.L. Cerveise]

Thank you for reading and reviewing this poem. Yes, I agree any poet could have written this piece. This is the curse and the blessing that all poets contain within their souls.

[B]

Yeah ok
Sorry i have to go bye

[Emily]

Love the last line!
Keep up the great work!!

[Kirsty Woodward]

"Crazy or sane he knows not
For his mind be tied in a knot"

It's great how you've described a poets mind here.

[H.L. Cerveise]

Thank you for reviewing my poem. I am glad you enjoyed it. Writing poetry is the only process that temporarily clears a poet's mind I feel.

[Diane]

I really enjoyed this.Almost like always have to have the last word but there never is an ending. Always more to add.

[H.L. Cerveise]

Thank you for reviewing my poem. I am glad you enjoyed it. Writing poetry is the only process that temporarily clears a poet's mind I feel.

[Coyote Poetry]

Writers write, singers sing, artists create and dreamers dream.
"The novelist finishes his book
And the storyteller speaks of a happily ever after
But the Poet can find no end
Till the day he dies
He never does finish that one last line"
In the mess of a writer's mind. Always something left to say. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[H.L. Cerveise]

Thank you for reading it. I totally agree there is always something left to say. I also agree what is inside a poet's head is a jumble of so many things.

[Coyote Poetry]

You are right and you are welcome.

[William Liston]

I love the last stanza. Overall, this poem had a smooth flow and rhyme scheme. Great work.

-William Liston

[H.L. Cerveise]

Thank you. It is one of the few times; I have done a couple of lines in rhyme. I only do that when my mind makes it feel natural to me. To me, it is the over-all cadence of a poem that is important. You may have seen I do not follow the rules and at times will mix styles, all this I do on purpose because I wish to. Insert big grin here.