Uriah Hamilton


I Wish I Wasn’t A Poet - Poem by Uriah Hamilton

I weep in the moonlight
Beside empty beer bottles
Contemplating my dreams,
I cry and die in rose gardens
Recalling her eyes,
I fall to my knees
In lonely prayers
Understanding
All my defeats.

I wish I wasn’t a poet,
I will never compose a line
Worthy of her loop earrings
Or turquoise dress,
I will never convey the adoration
That she deserves
From ancient gods
Or men of great esteem,

I’ve failed to appreciate her!


Comments about I Wish I Wasn’t A Poet by Uriah Hamilton

  • (4/25/2009 6:17:00 AM)

    Your title is very poignant. We do not choose to be poets. We are compelled
    to create. And you have done so beautifully. Your imagery, as always, is
    memorable. Take care.

    Always your friend,

    Sandra
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Poem Submitted: Saturday, April 25, 2009

Poem Edited: Sunday, May 31, 2009


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