Unwanted Poet

A look into the mirror!

Feeling of no-one,

Doubts in my mind,

Reluctant to stir,

Thoughts are unkind,

Pressures of elders,

Goals in focus,

Wants unheard of,

All hocus pocus,

Mind beckons answers,

Thoughts drawing blank,

Plane of entire misery,

From Billy to Frank,

Hills far away,

Silence he wrote,

A killing stone,

From the angry poet.

Author's Note

Simplicity is key!

Reviews

[R J Askew]

Yeah, no one cares much about poets, unless the do something outrageious or die young. Willam Blake ended in a paupers grave with about three people standing there to see him go. And Keats hardly sold a verse when he was alive. Byron of course was a b*****d. Yeah, no one wants us cos we say things that make them uncomfortable, or they are too stupid to understand us.

[Valentine]

Guess we must stop prosing and write a vampire book so Hollywood can make another scary film. Valentine

[Thomas Fitzgerald]

Thank you.

[Pryde Foltz]

Silence he wrote,
A killing stone,
From the angry poet.

Wonderful use of metaphor here … speaks volumes.

[Thomas Fitzgerald]

Thank you.

[Lyn Anderson]

I really like this one too, and it is stark, and simple, and powerful.

[Thomas Fitzgerald]

Thank you KL x

[Raindrop]

Ah, yes. Any form of art these days is just ignored. Ignore the art, and you ignore the artist.

[Thomas Fitzgerald]

Indeed. Thank you

[Emily B]

this is amazing!and apparently amazing isn't good enough for the number crunchers, i'm glad i stopped by

[Thomas Fitzgerald]

Ha, thank you Emily!

[jacob erin-cilberto]

we have expectations from most to do something else besides write poetry...we are frowned upon by parents who think...and say..."what are you going to do with that?"

sometimes we just write silence because of the pressure, but eventually the writing comes back, even if it is in anger...but the words will come.

this is a very interesting piece...and is making me ponder it more.

probably will be back.

jacob

[Thomas Fitzgerald]

Thank you Jacob

[zainul]

The feeling of frustration made you write the golden piece.
Yes,I agree that poets are unwanted,but their creations(poems) are not.
The poems are sold in special wrappers in many markets as luxury products.
Every transaction in culture,business needs poems.
There are poets who could stun by controversial writes are called for lectures,given awards and donations with massive media coverage.
Honest ,meek and simple ones live simply because they don't take risk.No risk,no gain-the old proverb applies here too.
Even the theory of glut as explained by the economists may also be applicable to the poets.
Thomas,thanks for sharing your honest feelings as a poem.About 600 viewed this piece and about 70 made comments.I must congratulate you for sharing the wonderful piece.

[Thomas Fitzgerald]

Thank you my daring!

[zainul]

You are most welcome!

[CHRIS ANDES]

wow this is a complete madness
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[Samantha ~virginpoet]

wow very powerful and moving 100/100 I agree with R.J. Askew people today care even less unless You have to have a ploy say recite/perform your poem naked or whatever just to get your work noticed

I'm happy with anonymity I dont care for fame I say let my work mean something more

I wish I lived in the Romantic Era of poets say the 18th century

It makes me sick that some people are loved, idolized, revered ect... for being good looking when true beauty is the soul, whats inside a person so I think poets are beyond beautiful because they share there souls and expect nothing but to be herd ... Words are cast like hopeless lines Fishing for a need

woh this piece brought up a lot of feelings for me it makes me sound scattered but I dont care

Its filling me with the blues ... now I need to write

So it's in ink
and it's in bones
breathing galaxy
words unspoken
Must find cosmic
poetic tones
As within and all around
Harmonizing earthly bones
Physical things
the poetry
that makes up
everything
Remove remove
remove …my waking thoughts
from this unwanted poets Transference
beautiful ash
supernova romance
with tongue and fingers
soaked in ink
on tender touches feed
Sensual scriptures
Thoughts that come across
as I patch alphabets
along the ripples of my skin
igniting every sensory receptor within
cause I long to taste that wild
untamed energy beneath your cranium
Names come and go
but the race of these
rose petal hearts
wont easily be
forgotten



Think Ill call this poem Transference

Here's the link http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/VirginPoet/983688/

[The Scholar]

I like the way you--so simply--portrayed the often unwelcome attitude towards writers who, in reality, are putting themselves out there and, as Ferlinghetti would call it, "Constantly Risking Absurdity."