Hear Ye, Hear Ye!
"Now best you be impressed with my imagery, "
the haughty poet murmured to me.
Alas, dear poet, that I cannot do.
The grief in this world is not addressed enough in
poetry!
And, I further communicated, that swinging on stars
and smelling fragrant trees, just won't cut it for me.
He was so irate, he broke his quill!
Such a petulant poet, imprisoned in his own will.
The world crumbling, with a God, no more.
He dropped me on his follow list, which I adored!
I have run across poets here, not very popular,
You can't detect them on a screen that is Doppler.
Their poetry sings of things that utterly move me!
Significant matters that do affect thee.
These poet gems are not on any Best Lists!
However, when I read their poetry, they make
Both my soul and my heart, truly mist!
August 27,2019
10am PST
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem