Nick Bagnall Poet Free verse

The Perfect Poem

It must be said, without a doubt
That poem is the best there ever was
The imagery is crystal clear, the colours quite divine
The rhyming scheme a pleasure, and the meter is so fine
The depth of feeling held, amongst the words so strong
A poem that can make you cry, when there's nothing wrong
The problem with this perfect poem
Is that no one ever read it
It hides there at the back of my mind
Where no seeker will ever find
Not even me

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Ingibo Benson June 22, 2011 at 8:16 AM Pretty poem Nick. Sometimes I know it is hard to translate what one's mind's eye see the way it sees it. Nevertheless a perfect poem depends on the reader. And thanks for your comment on My Mother.

Nicola Noo March 22, 2011 at 2:34 PM This may possibly be that poem! And I know the feeling :-)

Kabuteng P.Ink K. February 21, 2011 at 12:31 PM ah the elusive perfect poem, much like written in water-- but you speak of it so well here :) enjoyed this one too :)

Poet Destroyer A February 15, 2011 at 12:40 PM lovely write, enjoyed this one,..p.d.

Audrey Haick February 9, 2011 at 12:43 PM This is so relevant, Nick. Happens all the time! Sometimes, for lack of time, sometimes the title doesn't grab you, but always, that perfect poem is meant for someone, somewhere to read and be inspired..therefore, it will be read! Thanks for sharing this introspective piece of work which is going to my Favs. List and thanks also for leaving that kind comment on my poem. Always, Annalise

Carolyn Devonshire February 8, 2011 at 11:31 AM Thanks for your comments on "Home Alone," Nick. I checked to see if you had any new work posted, but it's been a while. Hope your muse prompts you to write again. Best wishes, Carolyn

Dana Smith February 5, 2011 at 1:35 PM Love this. Seven. Dana'lynn

Gert W. Knop January 30, 2011 at 10:26 AM I agree with Carolyn! When I won't have a pen and paper near my bed, I'd forget the poem brewed in my mind the next morning! Nicely written, enjoyed the read!...Gert

Kaci Jo Atteberry January 23, 2011 at 2:35 AM Perfection. :) Take care & Keep writing. <3 Kaci Jo

Constance La France January 21, 2011 at 4:19 PM I am the sort that must get it out, or it torments me, so even if I have to write it on a napkin, I write it, loved your poem, you surely captured what us writers must endure in our headss ~~

Carolyn Devonshire January 21, 2011 at 1:39 PM The poem that you describe is the one that comes to us at night when we are too tired to get up and write it down. Still, it stays in the back of your mind and can provide inspiration for more great poetry. Well done, Nick. Best wishes, Carolyn

Cas Davis January 21, 2011 at 5:31 AM well, keep trying... push it out, shove it out, waaaayyyyy out!

Linda-Marie Sweetheart January 20, 2011 at 6:36 AM thankxx Nick my friend.. an education into the after life has always fascinated me much so been wanting to put it into words for a few days and The Light appeared... glad u enjoyed as I always enjoy your poetry with luv..

Stacey Watts January 20, 2011 at 5:22 AM It is amazing the poems that can get trapped in your brain screaming to be released. I do hope your perfect poem flows freely to the paper someday. Very nicely written. I do enjoy this one. Thanks as well for your kind comment.

Andrea Dietrich January 19, 2011 at 8:31 PM wow, I really like the sound of THIS one, Nick! Highest rating!!

Sara Kendrick January 19, 2011 at 2:40 PM Just let it out onto the pages of soup..Enjoyed..Sometimes we have those dry periods...Your presence at my work delighted me..Sara

Linda-Marie Sweetheart January 19, 2011 at 6:09 AM Elegant poetry Nick my friend.. a deep interview into the mind of a poet and the creative spirit that is always ON... enjoyed with luv.. relating to this so well...

Charles Henderson January 19, 2011 at 5:48 AM You know Nick, I think you are the first person who caught my embarresment over the chiggers. Looking at this poem I can see why. I hope you have a young mind and a long time to use it. Charles