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Poets
by Gregory OregonWriting a poem in your head
is like writing poems in the sand
for a while it may stand
and each word easily observed,
till the tide comes in
and memory slips
how quickly we forget
our words are effaced from existence
the amount of poems that have been lost
could fill an ocean
that i would love one day to sail across
what are we without the pen and page
filled with desperation
compelled with this dire sense
this overwhelming need to share
the wonders we have seen
what are we without an ear
to hear the words we say
troubled by this condition this gift this curse
Poets of our own hearts and minds
see the world and wish to recreate it's image
delivered by our tongues and ink
voices will fill the page
pens shall set the stage
words sweet words
traveling through the air with precision and aim
striking at the hearts of those never exposed to our words
to this curse
we (poets) have been haunted
since birth
carry on this beauty,
see and feel this pain
elicit uninhibited passion
evoke indignant rage
we have a story to tell
and wish for nothing more
than for you
to hear and read
what we have to say
our words shall dive deep into depths of the shade
reach any that lay close enough to hear our call
our words shall spill through the darkness
and reveal a light that exists within us all
02/27/2008 Author's Note: needed to take a break from writing a research paper
Posted on 02/27/2008
Copyright © 2025 Gregory Oregon
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Nanette Bellman on 02/27/08 at 05:53 PM the first 3 stanzas, i do that all the time. i'm always thinking of something to write and never write it down and then forget it. then i kick myself. great read. |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 02/27/08 at 10:57 PM I'm so glad you took the break! This is what so many of us say to ourselves. And of course, like fish the best always seem to get away. Really nice write. |
| Posted by A. Paige White on 02/28/08 at 03:19 AM "elicit uninhibited passion
evoke indignant rage"
how well you boldly stroke our images in these lines! An image of the image we imagine our thoughts to be... Like George, I'm glad you pursued to pen such Poets.
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| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 12/01/13 at 05:03 PM Really an excellent POTD! |
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