Poets
Poets
Poets are drunks, the loquacious and disillussioned
Those whose energy is breathing its last gasp
We think before we say, as memories lay dormant
We have loved, cheated and manipulated
no strangers to this corrupt world
Poets ponder and meditate but fail in any conclusions
But through the joy of life they speak clear cut truth
Listen to our poets as they speak for us
They are the proclaimers of our soul and lost ambitions
They speak solid truth based on experience
They lament, rejoice and question our humanity.
Poets are the catharsis of humanity
where frustration speaks without falsehood
keith jeffries
Wed 22nd Dec 2021 17:32
Tom, thank you also. The response to this poem has taken me aback as I wrote it on the spur of the moment. Your words are as always gratifying and encouraging.
Thanks
Keith