Lost For Words Poem by Dan Reynolds
Lost For Words
Regardless of the tongue with which we’re born,
the thoughts within develop at a pace
until the day when from us, they are torn,
and proffered to a wasteful human race.
How many words are wittered in defence
of past, parental pastures tilled with blood?
Whose heroes do we hope to recompense?
Whose youth lays decomposing ‘neath the mud?
The languages that lay the futures low
by leaving out and in the facts and myth,
pay service to no lips for those who know,
the core of fruit is thicker than the pith.
We write as much for pleasure as for rage,
but…
Our deepest thoughts may NEVER see the page.
To be technical, a perfect example of fourteen lines of iambic pentameter. Or if you like, a lovely little sonnet. Nicely written Dan.
Wow awesome thoughtprovoking rhymin muse. A reader's delight. Creatively crafted, im glad this made it to the page then. Pls review my latest poem.
it is true.....many times words fail to reveal our true feelings and thoughts....good poem
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/25/2024 12:21:49 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Cleverly creative poem. I like the line, Our deepest thoughts may never see the page. As much as we poets write ourselves, feelings, emotions into our poems, something is always kept back, hidden from our written words. This is a great poem, I enjoyed reading it. Thank you for sharing. RoseAnn