loved
loved
Oct 06, 2012

ain't Loved a poet!

am I not a poet!
if you see by the side of the site
they display….
so many poetry's of mine are highlighted..

it’s not that no one knows me,
it’s sad I know no one ...

I’m just a small time poet
out of maybe over ten thousand
maybe more or less …
sad I didn't know any...

having composed over ?000 poems all over
that today was poetry day in UK....
how I wish I had known
and
upon the souls of celebrities
they call Stars
my actorial kind of poetry
I'd display…

the truth is I enter ones soul,
old or young,
just born
or
en-route for cremation

then I feel how they must feel
that very moment,
as they enter
or
leave this worldly environment

Do tell the Poetry Society of UK,
many in that place know me too
anyone can ask anyone here
sad, all kept this news from me,

but poetry is not bread and butter,
tis my first love for me.

About This Poem

Style/Type: Free verse

Review Request Intensity: I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back

Editing Stage: Editing - rough draft

About the Author

Country/Region: ROU

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Comments

Ian.T

Ian.T

12 years 6 months ago

Yes you missed the day of poetry here, i should have told Neopoet site.
But as usual by the time I get to the comp my memory is gone lol.
You say it is sad that you know no one but that is by your choice the world has 7 billion people and I am sure there are many that would love to know Loved, even the poets here are unaware of who or what you are and I can blame only one person and he is where ever you are named Loved.
Young Bard come join us and talk pf many things there are so many lovely people here and out there that would welcome you, Yours Ian.T

loved

the old lady

the lady knew
there is more love in giving
than in taking
she gave you a lovely message
and hopefully for the welfare of many,
she in her old age didn't perhaps want to stare
she gave up her old shop for a builder to share,
with more than many
perhaps she had had in her life
her loving care

That's why I say
keep your palms downwards and donate
never keep your palms open instead
for there is more happiness in sharing
than by looting
to making a killing

You have grown old in years
We all age
then leave loved ones in tears,
as we still leave memories behind
see today the old lady
in my heart
an everlasting home does find..