When I view
poems not too few
composed in 1972
by class poets here
tears roll in my eyes
sad for them
not me
none has commented
and all we think is
POETS are we
PERHAPS
in your case
I
only
The easiest commodity is writing
we all can compose
till the cows come home
but the most difficult
is this
To be able to sell yourself
your wisdom
your poem
that is like taking a horse
to the pond
but you can't make him
DRINK
Likewise offer wine
we all will come
ask to see your
printed INK
All will say
without exception
nice wine
fine
why pine
send your poem home
we shall try and see
when there is time
perhaps
some portions read may we..
Likewise
I have had many occasions to ask
HAVE YOU READ MY POEM?
They Question
YOU COMPOSE?
Poetry! ! !
Then...TEARS only tears
only tears
TEARS
and it's only tears!
SAD for now me
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Your distortions of English mixed with cliches would send a teacher wild. He wouldn't know where to start. To believe that you write poetry is to believe in miracles.
before even opening the post i knew it could only be u so thanks go to u