Taylor Coleman

'A Poetic Death'

Parked behind mysterious concepts
Lust motivation
A delightful poem
Argues its vanishing indifference

The headline stays oblivious to the stanza
To the life developed under words
Irrelevant to all except the one who is curious
Patience is not disturbed as calmness compiles
Though what shifts in words,
Shifts above as a costly profile

A reputation one would like to be renown by
Hides in the surplus
Eyes wonder down streets
From balconies and cities and streams
From the sky above down to the caverns below
Eyes wonder for inspiration
Unbiased they look for an aphoristic saying
Dashing around the muck
Of worthless prejudice

Maturing in rhyme
Both sacrifice all throughout the chase
The poet finds within himself contentment
And so hes rested
And he speaks no more
But through his adjectives and expressions
By the construction of his typing
He sees until there is nothing that has faltered
And lays himself down to sleep

He puts his poem
His life's works compacted as short says
Into criticism, he holds his breath
In an effort to stop time
To go back and think of anything
He might of overlooked
To love, to hate, to wonder
He's subjected his very soul to these trials
His reputation and signature flaws
All lied within
He only grants
Us to be the judge
Of his ways

Poem Submitted: Friday, October 15, 2010

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Comments about 'A Poetic Death' by Taylor Coleman

  • Masaomi TezukaMasaomi Tezuka (1/6/2011 6:11:00 PM)

    I think you expressed that even though we don't show it the way most poets feel inside and don't know how to say it. All in all it was a really good poem. :)

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  • Jean Dament (10/15/2010 5:46:00 PM)

    You described well here in this poem how a poet subjects himself & reputation to be judged by others; when he lays down a poem. Well done.


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