John Lawless Poet Verse

Tis not just words that make them poetry

For poems are not but words we thrown together
Tormented thoughts confined to metaphor
Nor picket fence alliteration
Dancing on the edge of passing thought

Beware, the creaking gate that bids you enter
Pay heed to silent stones soft whisperings
Tarry not amid their contradictions
Soft shadows shifting with each passing whim

Perchance a finely woven tapestry
A woven history of living’s lies
Unable to contain the truth or sorrow
Broken threaded dreams on full display

For be they scorching flame or fading ember
Tis not just words that make them poetry

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Paula Goldsmith June 3, 2024 at 8:42 AM What a wonderful write/ending. Love this one. We both did it. "Good Luck"  Have A Great Day Writing Away.........

Gershon Wolf June 2, 2024 at 8:17 PM As good as it gets, buckaroo. You ought to write poetry, you know. For real. FAVE, FAVE, FAVE. Thanks, John.

Paul Willason June 2, 2024 at 2:32 PM Though your poem is composed of words, it carries something that speaks to who you are, a thoughtful, sensitive and talented poet, a person worth knowing and reading. John, always a pleasure to read your poetry, this poem is a fine example.

Ilene Bauer June 2, 2024 at 12:59 PM Beautifully said, John!

Daniel Henry Rodgers June 2, 2024 at 12:27 PM Dear John, I love how you explore poetry's essence as it is masking deeper truths. You have wonderfully captured poetry's duality as "scorching flame" and "fading ember," transcending language itself. A thought-provoking piece that searches into the art form's heart. - Blessings, My Friend, Daniel

Indiana Shaw June 2, 2024 at 9:58 AM Another poem I have found today, that with a bit of tweaking would make a fine sonnet, it clearly has the form, nice words . . . John Lawless June 3, 2024 at 6:41 AM I call these "Lawless" sonnets...unrhymed and a-la- Shakespeare metrically challenged in places...Thanks for stopping to read and comment

Silent One June 2, 2024 at 9:09 AM Totally agree..