Strike him a tune,
Let this poet sing,
Inebriated on bitter wine,
Clouded by failures of before,
And misfortune immutable.
Let him sing of despair,
Let his words paint pictures forlorn.
Oh! Emperor of then, now, and then;
Heal this weary wary soul.
He is but blind;
The pervading beauty,
In all its awesomeness
Is lost upon him.
He let colour be taken
Away from him,
Threw hope away;
He is but hurt and lost.
Let your love shine through his darkness,
Add colour to his life,
That he may live again.
Lovely, Shope.
Thank you very much, Mercy. I appreciate
Lovely…
This is good Shope.I hope the hope of the poet persona comes to pass.
nice piece of work!!
Very beautiful piece of poetry, my friend. I love the first two lines. They are powerful openers. The main sentiment of the poem is consistent till the end. Kudos
Thanks @ y’all. Hope to do better next time
@shope, given my penchant for poetry, i’d say you got me with this beautiful piece. i loved it big time…well done
Yes, you did a good job with this one, keep it up Shope.
A perfect reply to this poem is All That Is Gold Does Not Glitter by J. R. R. Tolkien.
Beautiful lines. Nice piece
The simplicity of this poem touched me. Thanks for sharing.
Simple.
Nice.
Where’s the next one?