Poetry Ripped and Torn
From a hopeless heart
Out of stagnant minds
Comes essence of thought
A poem that never existed
Meaning little to most
A lot to few
Most hardly caring
Few grasping it endearingly
Tossed hither and to
From eye to brain
Wanting not to hear
Hearing only what's wanted
Caught desperately in self-center
Looking but not seeing
Trapped in frozen conformity
Loving thyself truly forever
Own words held greedily
Others held in contempt
By blinded singular minds
On shaky rotting pedestals
Greatest poet's messages misunderstood
Open those damned doors
Slammed shut so long
Expand that critical matter
All are great poets
Minus silly literary rules
Man made archaic barriers
Passed on by you
Many critics hating God
When their knowledge combined
Such a minuscule comparison
Arrogance their idolized master
Copyright © 2015 Robert William Gruhn - All Rights Reserved
"A poem to me is the essence of any thought,
Being built from its foundation into tower scraping sky.
It can fly like no other bird to places never seen,
Even spaceships can only dream of taking its place."
© 2015 Robert William Gruhn
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