A poem for I am a poet

grungepants

Here is the Poem:

Those words i rhyme are relative
to you perhaps or maybe not
the family gathered round the bed
a baby lying,it is dead

The mother cryed for days on end
father dearest making tea
hoping that her heart will mend
the cup was resting by the wall

The patterns on the paper wall
plates and saucers on display
the window tells a sorry tale
nothing changed the sky is grey

I know a man who knew them all
i knew him well he was a friend
but if you asked about him now
i couldnt tell you about paul

these people know not how i feel
i am a martyr for that one
it could be that theyre not alone
but i know life and its too cruel

Falkey cell's fall from his face
the taste of soup is in the air
the wheels turn on the carpet hair
a moody one he was indeed.


your welcome.....



















just kidding

albrnsmith

Hi,
You try to add a sole perception, but you know that so many other poets have described the sunrise and the sunset. You be unsure how you could think of the universe and the stars in a new way. Well, you would be surprised. Many hopeful poets also struggle with getting the imagery in their verse just right.
Anyway great poem....!

grungepants

im not sure if the first part of your post was critisism or not............................ but merci bou coup!

grungepants

all2most:

The smell, the taste, a circle crown
A deep down clown all tests and pell
The weird and final journey of the people
before they became as bland as a poem

i dont like it