The Pen Of Poets Poem by Barry Middleton

The Pen Of Poets

Rating: 5.0


The universe is wide and deep;
and artists look beyond the reach
of science and philosophy,
to find the lessons that we teach.

And every artist knows his tools;
the chisel is the sculptor's choice.
The painter wields a fluent brush;
the pen inspires the poets voice.

It is a fragile instrument,
to carve the essence from a star,
and delve dark regions of the soul,
to paint brutality and war.

Well suited to gentility,
the pen must beckon to the spring
in songs of faith and love and grace,
and all salvation hopes to bring.

And lastly ink upon the page,
records the poet's epitaph,
the summary of a human life,
within a cryptic epigraph.

The Pen Of Poets
Monday, January 2, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: poetry
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Valsa George 09 January 2017

The weapon and tool of the poet- the pen is mightier than even the sword! He uses it to record the summary of life and articulate his thoughts through words! Fine write!

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Barry Middleton 09 January 2017

Let us hope that the pen truly is mightier than the sword. Thanks for reading and commenting.

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Annette Aitken 06 January 2017

What a lovely flow to this one, right from the start to the finish, and the truth in every word. brillant. Annette

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Barry Middleton 08 January 2017

I am very glad you liked it Annette. I worked on this one and it is nice to know it payed off.

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Nosheen Irfan 03 January 2017

Wonderful write. The whole essence of poetry is summed up here. A super 10.

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Barry Middleton 06 January 2017

Thanks Nosheen. This website id acting up again. I seem to be missing a lot.

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Barry Middleton 03 January 2017

Thanks. I wrote two poems for Dr Fab's ebook but decided to submit the second one which I will post tomorrow.

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Dimitrios Galanis 02 January 2017

The essence of the agony in the elements of poetry, sounds of sensitively meaningfull words, feelings and thoughts which destiguish us from the rest cattles..

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Barry Middleton 02 January 2017

Distinguishes us and separates us. I often wish I was less sensitive and could ignore the foolishness that is all about these days. Thanks Dimitrios for the comment.

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