I'm A Poet

By Jackamo   

I'm a poet I proclaim,
With an arrogance as though my words
Could cure cancer or feed a hungry child.
But no, again they fall short.
Then a wordsmith, at best.
Measuring, molding and fitting
Each word into each stanza into each story
About what though?
I have no muse,
How about that then?

Have you heard the news,
About my muse.
Found along the road dead,
A bullet in her head.
The way I figure,
You pulled the trigger.
Now nothings the same,
And it's you I blame.

Cute, but not much substance.

I'm not in love, I'm not in pain, Christ, I'm not even broke.
So unless someone out there wants to love me
Then break my heart
And spend all my money.
What have I got?
Maybe if I were in love I could write;

Beside the the stream beneath the trees
That sway and dance on summers breeze
Hides there a place of quiet mirth
Lies there a log of massive girth
A peaceful place to sit and ponder
A restful place to reflect God's wonder
We stop and talk of what ifs and back whens
Of childhood dreams and long lost friends
As pensive mood turns quite serene
Upon that log I made love to my darling lady queen.

But I can’t seem find a name or face to my queen.

If I were hurting I could write.

I’ll close my eyes and I will see you
Close my eyes and you’ll be there
I’ll close my eyes and we’ll be together
Close my eyes and go anywhere
I’ll close my eyes and I will kiss you
Close my eyes and you’ll kiss me too
I’ll close my eyes and I’ll never leave you
I’ll close my eyes
It’s all that I can do.

But my eyes are wide open.

Maybe if I was broke I could write.

So many tomorrows I’ve let slip away
While yesterday lives only in my dreams
Foolishly I put off what I could for a rainy day
Now it's much too late for all my plans and schemes
What ifs will plague my golden years
And whys will haunt my restless sleep
Now it's time to face my deepest fears
As I hang my head and weep.
Peter's come to collect his due
But that's all gone to Paul
How did my life become so askew
When I always thought I’d have it all.

But then that's just a lie.

So that just leaves me, me, and who I am
Just me, So I wrote.

It seems,
My life is filled with what "They" call wrong,
And yet,
I'm not willing to give up a thing.
So go ahead, look down your nose at me,
For all of my faults, my vices,
I'll look back at you with pity
Because you're not me.
I smile, a lot, eat and sleep when I want,
Work when I must
Make love when I can.
The reality of it all is,
I'm shackled to only myself in this life.
The reality of it all is,
It’s late and my mind races with
Unwelcomed clarity
I want to lose myself in a billowy white cloud,
Go to bed in a stupor
And succumb to another dreamless night.
Wake again tomorrow to the inescapable wonder
Of being me.

Yes, I know my words will never cure cancer or even feed a hungry child
But then, they are my words.
My words. So again,
I’m a poet, I proclaim.

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30 Responses to “ Single poem ”

  1. josh jenkens says:

    Amazing piece

  2. Leann says:

    I’m 34 with four adopted children and I love watching them play and reminiscing my childhood that went by way too fast

  3. Leann says:

    I’m always finding different ways to cope through poetry and improving my writing skills but I love this piece you shared

  4. Brandon Mann says:

    thank you

  5. Cheryl Strait says:

    Thank you all very much.

  6. Mary Cheyne says:

    I identify with many of the sentiments in this poem. I like the practical aspects of being female but need to be outside. Iris difficult to be view as something other than fitting the mold.

  7. Elizabeth Pinkhasov says:

    Oh my gosh! I didn’t expect so many people to reply to my poem, thank you SO MUCH!!!!! It brings me so much joy that a young poet like me can inspire people of all ages!

  8. Lola Green says:

    Wondrously done!

  9. denton says:

    wait who’s poem are we talking about

  10. Zipper Wheel says:

    Short poems are brilliant and difficult to master. The greatest talent is saying more with less, saying more than personal experience, saying something irrefutably human. I should practice this more myself, but I find it a greater treasure to me to create lyrics than to free myself and others with beautiful concise truths.

  11. Megha Chatterjee says:

    I think that such poems can beautifully say a lot of things that cannot be verbally explained to people. The way your friends or relationships hurt you, a pen and paper and a poetic mind can reduce your pain. I love the power of poem writing process..

  12. April Duboce says:

    Angelique, this is bold, descriptive and beautiful. I am very sorry for the pain you went through and are still experiencing. I was raped for 4 1/2 months after my amputation. Stay strong, keep writing and know you are loved by people you don’t even know. You are a strong and courageous woman, deserving of kind and respectful love. I pray this happens for you. I will try to upload my poem about abuse to my page. Sending you hugs, strength and love.

  13. April Duboce says:

    Stacy, this is beautiful. I hear and see the meaning beneath. To heal together with this wounded bird. I can tell you have an incredibly loving soul. I wish I could meet you.

  14. April Duboce says:

    Michael, this is so very special. The love between a son and a mother is different, yet strong. I’m thrilled you had such a wonderful Mom. Your vulnerability and the integrity of this poem tell me enough about your character.You ARE a good man

  15. Merton Pajibo says:

    Thank you for taking time out of your busy schedule to read my poem. I appreciate your constructive criticism.

  16. Kristina Karki says:

    Can you guys rate my poems?

  17. vivid emotions says:

    awesome

  18. Kellie Parks says:

    Incredible ! Good job

  19. Aisha.Hasan says:

    This was great

  20. Aisha.Hasan says:

    Would you read my poems. Merci

  21. M.CHANDRASENA RAJESWARAN says:

    The poem Tortured Soul is poignant to torture the reader’s soul!

  22. Stephen Brownfield says:

    This is a heart felt piece and speaks to my soul, as it makes me feel you soul.

  23. Ross Mitchell says:

    Thank everyone who commented on my poem, but with so many liking my poem, how did my poem get knocked down to 3 instead of a five

  24. MK says:

    I am a new writer, but I’ve been old. I’m great at writing, so I would love it if everyone would help me by rating my poems.

  25. Sara Naquin says:

    Love it!!

  26. Sara Naquin says:

    Love it!! I like how you expressed your words. Your very much heard!

  27. Ayushi Srivastava says:

    Thank you everyone for your appreciation ..I am a student so I am trying to improve my writing skills.

  28. Ayushi Srivastava says:

    Hey! I wrote it..don’t try to do that

  29. Leyla Ahmed says:

    I love this.

  30. Raven Moonshadow says:

    No you did not. Not this one. I have my intellectual property rights reserved.

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I hadn't written anything in a very long time, years perhaps, and just wanted to put something to paper. I struggled for a topic and couldn't come up with a thing, so that is what I wrote about. I hope you enjoy.