They say I am a poet
Endowed with the wealth of words.
I smile gently
Hiding those things that are inherent in me....
A few drops of tears & some pain.
I see poetry in pottery
Beauty in ugliness
Life in inanimate things.
Some call me a lunatic
Maddened by the quirks of Fate.
I smile gently, once again,
Burying my frustration in my heart.
Because, after all, I am a poet....
Men mock the poets want for wit Yet not the poets fault is it For with an small vessel you'll not gain More than an small vessel can contain. ...Well written, nice piece.
Men mock the poets want for wit Yet not the poets fault is it For with an small vessel you'll not gain More than an small vessel can contain. ...Well written, nice piece.
I see poetry in pottery Beauty in ugliness Life in inanimate things. Some call me a lunatic Maddened by the quirks of Fate. I smile gently, once again, Burying my frustration in my heart. Because, after all, I am a poet.... the above highlited lines are exremely thoughtful and are weighing my heart. and why is that a poet has to hide his feelings or anger or frustration? are poets suppose to tolerate? to ignore what their heart tells them to do and maintain silence coz they are 'poets'? i can't help myself and i answer back which may be inapt and they will call me 'snappy and nasty' but that's how i am. it's sad and ignorant of them who don't see faults in them and are judegemental when it comes to judging people who don't answer them. you just have to at times....you know show them the mirror. well! i might have said too much but in reality i also don't react most of the times. never mind.....
Very apt for all the things a poet or for that any matter any creative person feels and the way the world perceives it.
I think you have to be a bit different and see what some others cannot. Sometimes it’s a pain and sometimes a delight even if the spelling is wrong or the grammar is incorrect. Once you are a poet, you always will be and you are a poet.
see poetry in pottery Beauty in ugliness Life in inanimate things. Some call me a lunatic................. eloquence flows by beauty of words yet poetics still portray paints of art, wonderful expression, wrought ingenious by imagery, yet of unique genre,10+++, thanks for sharing
Men mock the poets want for wit, But not the poets is the fault of it For with a shallow vessel you'll not gain, More than a shallow vessel can contain. Well written...nice piece.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
what, who will say, , , , , u r definitely a poet........rather a brilliant poet...