I sweat
To be a poet
Please wait
I’ll be a poet.
Please wait
Till a date
I’ll be a poet.
Finally of late
Confessing straight
Puzzled by words
I’m checkmate.
For sure I bet
I can’t be a poet! !
It's indeed a miracle, you don't comprehend But you're a fine shepherdess of words, We basked in your fervent shades, my friend Yet you say, you'll fly off with the birds!
Greetings Ms. Nivedita, I read this poem, twice. I also read some of the comments left about this poem. I don't get it. I think this poem is full of nothing.. I like more meat in my poems.
We enjoy your poems. You are indeed a nice poet whom I respect.
You are already a poet. This is well done, but I thought it would be about chess. I love a good game of chess. Three of my poems are about chess. They are IGOR, ETERNAL GAME? and BULLDOG OF IDAHO CHESS.
The more I get of you, and I may not be qualified to judge these matters, but, the more I feel your verbiage is of the highest poetic standard. Buddy Bee Anthony
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
By writing this poem you have already become a poet! Don't lose heart! Keep it up!