CayCay Godwin Poet Free verse

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He Would Do Anything

He would sing the song
he wrote with his tears
but he doesn’t think anyone
really wants to hear.
Words in his song are
spelled with his hurt.
               What's their value, what’s their worth?

                                     He might just sing the blues
                                     because they hold his truth
                                     but they cost a mighty fee,
                                     too much to give away for free.
                                     He wanted to fully know her
                                                    so he could truly hold her.

           Her would wail like a guitar -
           let rushing vibes pulse in his 
           blood and soar him high to free,
            way above emotional bleeds.
            He would, because he would do
             anything for love to let him be.

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Hilda Greenhough September 27, 2025 at 12:09 PM Your words are deep. The sentimental vibes of a guitar send mournful emotions to this verse. It went to my heart.

Sotto Poet September 27, 2025 at 8:25 AM Many emotions are conveyed in this authentic writing, CayCay. The piece you wrote today was enjoyable to read.

Rowena Velasco September 27, 2025 at 5:18 AM Beautifully raw and emotional...your words capture the weight of love and pain so vividly. The imagery, especially “his heart’s sag shaped like a wrinkled grape,” is unforgettable. Truly moving.

Andrea Dietrich September 26, 2025 at 7:17 PM wow, I really think this could be a winner for you. You will drop dead when you see mine. I will post it later. Gotta get that tree one typed up and posted. This poem is really lovely.

Gershon Wolf September 26, 2025 at 3:52 PM Yet another compassionate-passionate probe into the psyche. Seems to me that one who's been through the wringer is best positioned to depict one who's going through it. ~ Ring-ring-wrung, gw

David Crandall September 25, 2025 at 8:19 PM Maybe one's truth is the only thing of value!

Paige Hind September 25, 2025 at 6:22 PM Like the different ending, it's an emotional write, and beautiful

sara Etgen-Baker September 25, 2025 at 5:23 PM I felt 'beautiful' twinges of sadness as I read your poem, CayCay. Loved the passion in "he would wail like a guitar.' perfect image, hugs, Sara

Bill Baker September 25, 2025 at 5:05 PM A lot of passion in this true to life poetry, CayCay. I enjoyed reading your poetry today, my friend. A poet friend in Texas, Bill

Paula Goldsmith September 25, 2025 at 12:23 PM What a wonderful yet sad write you have here. I enjoyed reading this one. Great Picture...  Love your line, "What's their value, what’s their worth?" The value/worth is to the writer and the ones who heard him. Have a Blessed day writing away..........