Should I be grateful
that you hurt me?
Carved me back and forth,
left me in tatters
like Sunday’s roast
untidy on the plate.
Am I supposed
to clap my hands?
say I forgive you?
give me more
swallowing my anger
eating pain
like dessert
behind the beating
of your words?
Oh! And what about
my fragile heart?
No one but I,
without an ounce
of poetic nature,
no sense of colour
or design, no poise
no rhyme or rhythm,
just I, this mound
of self professed
ability with
such a fragile heart,
would take offence
when a random stranger
proclaims me dumb
and self deluded.
Not once but twice
as though you know me,
can judge me from
a picture
and words you say
you cannot understand.
Go play with the pigs
and root for pearls.
This little rant was triggered by an exceptionally rude email at another site where I have been known to leave a poem in my wake. I am usually an amiable creature, but I do have teeth and have been known to use them.
Very nicely put. All poetry is good and meaningful to the person who wrote it. Some will relate to it and some won't, but it is still good. Personally, I don't believe there is any reason for rude, negative comments about other peoples work. If you like it, give the poet your feedback. If not, just click the mouse and move on. I enjoyed your poem very much. Thanks
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Yikes...Nicely done, but remind me not to get on your bad side! ! : -) Hugs, Dee