Every Day Poetry

Who tells if they'll be able to revive him. 
Or supply him with an inactive light.
Or else foster biased goals that correlate.

Then why verse? I'll tell you almost my life.
With my sonnets, I'm here, in your abode.
What I write is my life; it is how I strife.

Yet my greed may have me quit my heaven.
However, the poised soul that will stay.
Since the hypothetical cosmos broaden.

Then I'll bestow you over to my right side.
I'm a poet, and you're who I write for.
No prominent front if you're not beside.

Written: September 11, 2021

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Delice Arleen Skelly

September 13, 2021 at 1:23 AM

I am not sure who a poet writes for. Him/Herself, the reader or posterity. But the urge to write cannot be ignored it is the spur that keeps a poet going. Very nice Lasaad...Delice

Demetrios Trifiatis

September 12, 2021 at 7:28 AM

Inspiring and thought-provoking poem, my friend, Lasaad. Be blessed.

Victor Buhagiar

September 11, 2021 at 11:46 AM

You can say what you will, but I never consider myself a poet.

Tom Cunningham

September 11, 2021 at 9:17 AM

And we the readers are the ones who benefit from your golden pen Lasaad. Hope you're well. Tom

L Milton Hankins

September 11, 2021 at 9:11 AM

A thoughtful pen, Lasaad. I found your line "I'm a poet, and you're who I write for" worth thinking about, because I find myself writing as a way to express myself, often for myself. Perhaps I would write better poetry if I gave more thought to the reader, eh?

Alexis Y.

September 11, 2021 at 8:06 AM

WoW! Lasaad, What a profound and well-composed piece. Your last two lines were the perfect ending to a well-written verse. Have a great day and weekend:-) Alexis