michael Smajda


Penniless Poet - Poem by michael Smajda

I travel, alone, to far places,
My mind, at times, wishes me to see,
Exotic thoughts my penned hand releases
In verse, prose fashion for posterity.

I am never given an itinerary
Nor even a definite length of stay,
Much less even a guaranteed stipend
For words I've written to this very day.

Topic(s) of this poem: poets

Form: Verse


Comments about Penniless Poet by michael Smajda

  • Mahtab Bangalee (11/18/2019 9:20:00 PM)

    Much less even a guaranteed stipend
    For words I've written to this very day/// beautiful and superb poetic expression
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  • (11/6/2019 11:37:00 AM)

    poetry is vocation. we, poets, will always penniless (Report)Reply

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  • Practicing Poetess (11/6/2019 10:38:00 AM)

    Michael, this poem is true for so many of us.
    But oh, the places you've seen! Visited only by those whose imagination knows no bounds. : -)
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  • Kingsley Egbukole (11/6/2019 10:12:00 AM)

    " My mind, at times, wishes me to see,
    Exotic thoughts my penned hand releases
    In verse, prose fashion for posterity" .

    The imaginative mind of a poet leads him to write even things beyond his reach. Beautiful. Please kindly check my poems HOPE and THE BEAUTY OF DEATH and leave your comments.
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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, November 6, 2019



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