Joseph Anderson

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Where Have All The Poets Gone? - Poem by Joseph Anderson

Where are the poets of my youth,
Who knew the power of rhyme?
They opened doors to life for me,
Enchanted with their imagery
And ennobled man's humanity;
It was a better time.

Now they choose to write in free verse,
Free from substance, style and rhyme
And I get lost along the way,
Intent on what they mean to say;
I yearn for yesterday, today
And the harmony of that time.

Comments about Where Have All The Poets Gone? by Joseph Anderson

  • (7/8/2012 9:48:00 AM)

    The great G. K. Chesterton once said: We would all talk in rhyme... if only we were good enough.
    May one day - by grace - we all ascend to that level.
    Very good poem.
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  • Pranab K Chakraborty (4/9/2011 1:35:00 AM)

    They have gone nowhere but the time within. If evolution is the process we admit, they are with us with their spirit. Poetry is a dynamic media of exposing the voice and realisation of an individual during ones living time. The living style and the style of talking also have been changed due to changing time, so the expression of forming poetry has been changed also. And the changing has not gone out of aesthetic line. It had also happened before that time which you have mentioned in your liking.......Please poet, you are still alive and too young by your mind so you can't be content, it proves your thirst for the good poem.
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  • David Gerardino (2/8/2011 11:13:00 PM)

    plath, sextan, blake, , , , these poets paved the way......very good. (Report) Reply

  • Juan Olivarez (1/19/2011 8:25:00 PM)

    Very, very, true, oh for the days of Poe, Walter De La Mare, Emily Dickenson, And Edna st. vincent, they were indeed better days Joe. (Report) Reply

  • (12/5/2010 4:02:00 PM)

    Hi Joseph. I agree. I have at least tried to rhyme. And hopefully with some reason. (Report) Reply

  • Elena Sandu (11/7/2010 5:19:00 PM)

    Poets of your youth, they might shine brighter from above because are being not only mentioned, but loved.
    I know the one who opened doors for me and most of my time young people, joined them only a couple of days before, -his name was Adrian Paunescu, but I can not cry but be happy because he gave me also a chance to learn how to love and thankfully to remember that his time on this earth, was one that brought a lot of joy to many. A bow to all the opening doors poets, and a lighten candle to all the shining stars.

    Thank you for sharing and giving me the chance to share my thoughts,10
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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, August 4, 2010

Poem Edited: Saturday, May 21, 2011

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