The Price of a Penned Love

A pen I had,

and thoughts I penned,

but ink was swift

and running out.

A friend I had,

and true he was,

but smiles were spent

and turned to doubt.

A wish I held,

it crowned my head,

but jewels failed

to make it real.

The crown I wore,

I wore alone,

my neck was frail,

it could not heal.

This ground I walk,

I wet with tears,

but earth is kind

and calls it rain.

A love I had,

and love I did,

but it was penned,

in poet's domain. 

A poet I was,

but poets are gone,

dragons of old,

now lost in lore.

The world that was,

is laced with lies,

the words I penned,

came at a price.

Reviews

[A. Amos]

Enjoyable read...last lines were killer!

[Sir Drift & Mr. Pulse]

Yes. Very good indeed I can sense the essence of inner reflective thoughts. Vanity, all is vanity

[Jordan Smith]

I absolutely loved this poem. This is my most favorite poem that I have ever read in my whole life. Masterful job with this poem. 100 Rating as always :) Congrats on doing an amazing job!!!

[.:Arianna:.]

Thank you Jordan, I am very glad you like it :)

[Jordan Smith]

Your Welcome :)

Such a fantastic theme, and brilliant poetry here, my friend, it's good to see you online again, and to read you. I hope all is well.

- Elisa

[Benita-Staebell M - Kin..]

Wow Pure Genius I love this.


I loved this Stanza's line the most.


A love I had,

and love I did,

but it was penned,

in poet's domain.



Blessings. kindred poet