A Poets Heart

a poets heart

they tore it from his chest
and yet it beat
in steady cadence,
a rhythmic resonance
roiling words
re-sounding a tone,
rekindling a fire,
reigniting a thought,
repeating-rebeating 
metered mystery’s
tortured torment
toying with truth’s
ludicrous lies,
rebeating-repeating
heretical hyperbole’s
hypocritical hollow
echoing eternity’s
empty promise.


©6/25/2017

submitted to – Any poem in June not for a contest – Poetry Contest
Copyright © | Year Posted 2017

Poem

Post Comments

Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.

Please Login to post a comment

Smith Avatar
July 18, 2017 at 6:01 AM
Yes. The poets heart indeed. You have done it justice. As long as a poets heart beats somewhere in time and space. Sorry I am a Doctor Who fan. I think your poetry will go down as timeless my friend. At home in any century.
Teagan Avatar
July 5, 2017 at 11:00 PM
Cool :) Love it!
Wood Avatar
July 4, 2017 at 9:39 AM
Wow John, this is incredible. Aliteration rings through the whole piece. A FAV.
Dutta Avatar
July 3, 2017 at 1:31 AM
SO BEAUTIFULLY COMPOSED. CONGRATS
Turner Avatar
July 2, 2017 at 1:46 PM
John, you are playing my song! My new favorite of yours:) Well done my friend.
Hardison Avatar
July 1, 2017 at 7:35 PM
Nicely done. It's said a Poets heart lays still in Peace. Peace, Love and Joy,
Lane Avatar
July 1, 2017 at 5:59 PM
The heart of a poet beats to its own rhythm. Well written, and good use of just the right amount of alliteration, John.
Get a Premium Membership
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a Premium Membership.
Book: Diverse Voices: The Poetry of Human Rights and the Pursuit of Peace