The Bard

Next Poem

265 / 274

Previous Poem

JOE POEWHIT

New York City

JOE POEWHIT

New York City

Poet's Page Poems More

Activity Quotes Biography Comments Following Followers Statistics My Profile Add New Poem Add New Quote

Next Poem

265 / 274

Previous Poem

Autoplay

A nice bar, to stop and play.
The bard is here, what's to say?
Unpack fiddle, poems and gear.
Let me find, an empty ear.
So and what - this and that.
A wine bard, anymore raps.
Meal time - sing us a song.
'Hours late, must get along'.
Here are some coins bard.
Onward next bar, that roads hard

5/2012 POEWHIT

JESUS SAVES

JOE POEWHIT

Wednesday, May 16, 2012

poem poems

Download image of this poem.

Report this poem

POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM

Poets or Bards in the middle-ages. Newspaper-gossip, entertainment in the pubs on the roads.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM

Pheko Motaung 23 May 2012

Outstanding masterly well crafted poem! Yuh's wonderful.Thanks with this sparkling gem you've driven away my-RAGE.

0 0 Reply

Wahab Abdul 22 May 2012

nice, very nice i like the concept, nice poem

0 0 Reply

Reihaneh Jalalian 22 May 2012

Let me find, an empty ear. good job man very interesting

0 0 Reply

See All Comments

READ THIS POEM IN OTHER LANGUAGES

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem

Poems By JOE POEWHIT

See All Poems by JOE POEWHIT

Next Poem

265 / 274

Previous Poem

JOE POEWHIT

New York City

JOE POEWHIT

New York City

Poet's Page Poems More

Activity Quotes Biography Comments Following Followers Statistics My Profile Add New Poem Add New Quote

Next Poem

265 / 274

Previous Poem