The Feral Poetess



Oh, sweet feral poetess…..

Seeking  a warm secret heart’s artistic home.
She cries and knocks but no one hears her.
In a community of poets the door is slammed.
Cold, silvered moolight makes thing worse.

So, she wrote over three thousand poems?
Her anguished sounds like a cat’s delicate purr.
Limericks, Monokus, are the current jam.
She’s too honest….is her humungus curse.

Poetess, under no circumstances give up! 
You, with decades of life experience far from demure.
Write poems that only your heart demands.
Love and truth your heart commands 

She walks solemnly in the hissing midnight rain.
Seeking a place of  solace and warm rest.
Perhaps, a true friend will stand by her.,
Cover her, in friendships’ sweet, fragrant rest.


2/19/2023
Copyright © | Year Posted 2023

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Edmonds  Avatar
February 23, 2023 at 1:44 AM
Dear Pangie, I agree with your words expressed in this poem and what Paul Callus said, poems unnoticed and unread are some of the best….. Belle
Romios Avatar
February 23, 2023 at 9:11 AM
Cheers, Belle! There are real jewels of poems out there. I try to find them especially! Not every pod is here every day every minute. Well, maybe some? We have relationships and lives that are not online. In my opinion bulls lives come first. Panagiota
Callus Avatar
February 20, 2023 at 6:09 AM
It so happens that many are those whose work is hardly ever noticed, let alone appreciated. This occurs in many sectors of life, but on this site it applies mostly to our poetry. I say to these writers: "Do not let this discourage or stop you from writing. I have come across many 'unnoticed' poems which are truly beautiful. Keep on doing what makes you happy." ~ Best regards Pangie. // paul
Romios Avatar
February 20, 2023 at 2:13 PM
Paul! You are an honorable poet. For me this means a heart flowing with veracity and sincerity, moreover no drive bye comments. I learn from you. I promise you and myself , to write with originality. I came here to leave a legacy for my family.not to fit in or be liked. I am too old for that game. For me, it’s the worst game in town.I am bored and blessed by your visit. ~ Panagiota ~
Mcintosh Avatar
February 20, 2023 at 12:18 AM
Yes, sad it feels so sad... God bless you sweet friend. Love, Gina
Romios Avatar
February 20, 2023 at 2:37 PM
Hello Gina! I see so many poems ignored that are lovely.that inspired me and a lonely feral cat in the dark. I am not a groupie and will not read only those high on the comments board. I have wished that thing would disappear. I don’t know why poetry is a race. And I was in three contests in four years. I don’t see poetry as a contest. People get angry and jealous. What’s the point? Why not learn classical forms instead. Or, write as you choose. How about compassion instead of competition? Sure, I hold an unpopular view! It doesn’t matter, your views do matter here and yes, yes’m express them. Thank you for your time and visit, Panagiota
Daniel Avatar
February 19, 2023 at 9:35 PM
A lonely cry of a poetess, Pangie, soulful:)
Romios Avatar
February 20, 2023 at 2:20 PM
Actually, Jo, am not lonely. I made it sound like that. I felt like that for a few months, but that has ended. There was a feral cat outside, and his aloness sparked the poem. Read Paul Callus’ comment above. He explains things better than I can. Appreciate your visit,Jo. Panagiota
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