Mary Rowena


The Poet - Poem by Mary Rowena

Years ago I took on a love
With his passion for the street
And my passion up above

Though with a peer of an eye
Perfection was nigh
When I listened with my ear
My skin shed a tear

Weeks ago I tried to pretend
Acquainted an actor
Who failed to be a friend

Not a man but a boy
To whom I was a toy
Just a floor to his stage
Where the wings were a cage

Days ago I met a poet
A man who I knew
My soul would devote

Eased me low, spun me high
Because poetry could never tell a lie
In every truth there is a rhyme
As I show here, line by line


Comments about The Poet by Mary Rowena

  • Gold Star - 15,578 Points John Westlake (4/27/2014 2:41:00 PM)

    A very good start to your collection here on this site. Confidently wriiten well (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, August 6, 2013

Poem Edited: Monday, April 28, 2014


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