Emile Pinet Poet Quatrain

A Gentle Giant

An innocent soul born unwanted, 
alcohol damaged his brain pre-birth.
And he flips from happy to daunted, 
as confusion guides his heart on Earth.

His golden locks shine like the sunrise,
accentuating his friendly face.
He stands six foot five with ice blue eyes,
and a smile that permeates his space.

A wounded soul whose heart needs healing,
he's quite noticeable in a crowd.
For craving, that belonging feeling, 
he sometimes laughs a little too loud.

Spiteful, hateful words get hurled his way,
but this timid man's not prone to fight.  
For he suffers such taunts every day,
as he tries to rise above his plight.

A gentle giant exposed to hate,
he holds no grudge against anyone.
When offered love he'll reciprocate
with a smile that's as bright as the sun.


(Quatrain)


1/26/2017

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Line Gauthier May 25, 2018 at 8:40 PM A very endearing poem, Emile. Emile Pinet May 26, 2018 at 8:45 AM Thanks Line, your comments and support are always welcome my friend, Emile.

Daniel Turner January 26, 2017 at 7:56 PM Very moving write, Emile. It reminds me of the first poem I posted on the soup. I knew someone just like this. Emile Pinet January 26, 2017 at 8:23 PM Thanks Daniel, I appreciate your comments my friend, Emile.

Sunlite Wanter January 26, 2017 at 6:25 PM You caused me to remember a little boy I knew a long time ago! Thank you. Emile Pinet January 26, 2017 at 8:26 PM Thanks Sunlite, I think such people are a reminder of our own humanity, Emile.