Bill Cantrell

A Poets Nightmare - Poem by Bill Cantrell

All my poems are falling down
And all the poets are dead
Just before I hit the ground,
I land upon my bed

I quickly wring my pillow out
Above the poets grave
Through my tears, I plead with them,
To please not go away

Topic(s) of this poem: poetry

Form: Pantoum

Poet's Notes about The Poem

writers block

Comments about A Poets Nightmare by Bill Cantrell

  • (8/9/2016 6:00:00 AM)

    What we all fear. Perhaps you've unlocked yours with this astute reflection.
    Very good poem
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  • Moira Cameron (3/18/2016 1:21:00 AM)

    Fantastic. I am really enjoying your work! (Report) Reply

  • (3/15/2015 10:14:00 PM)

    A World without Poets
    Would so colorless be,
    Words would not sing,
    As they do in Poetry,
    And language would suffer,
    From everlasting, poverty

    Felt your anguish and your pain, dear friend. Nicely written
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Poem Submitted: Friday, March 13, 2015

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