Because of My Poetic Words
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I have been called quite vain,
conceited, arrogant, boastful with too much pride;
because of my poetic words . . .
And I have been slain by "his" sword,
time and time again;
"he" meant to destroy me and extinguish my light.
Woes filled my heart,
my suffering was grievous and full of anguish;
and I felt beaten down and drained,
a cloak of doom fell upon me.
I wanted to erase all my poetry wins;
whispering- Oh, what is wrong with showing pride ?
My head was full of evil fiends,
with demons and devils wicked and so mean;
for a long while I just refrained,
oh, did abstain from writing poetry . . .
Yes, I just ceased writing,
but it was difficult to hold back and not pen;
and I could not do it.
For I am addicted to writing my words,
devoted, obsessed with poem writing;
I think it was predetermined at my birth.
Written in the book of my life and by God ordained;
I am destined to write- no matter who likes it !
August 2, 2019
Poetry/Verse/Because of My Poetic Words
Copyright Protected, ID 19-1170-538-02
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Written for the contest, Eight Word Challenge
sponsor, Emile Pinet
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