THE POET AND HIS CRUEL COMMENT
Using Frost's form for "Stopping by the Woods on a Snowing Evening"
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Whose comment is that?
I think I know.
It's owner is quite mad you know!
It really is a tale of human woe.
I watch him frown, his joy is a scowl!
He gives his hurtful comments a shake.
And smirks to false, hot tears to make.
The only other sound I hear....
Is the mean poet scratching his despicable rear.
The comment is deeply hurtful,cutting,meant to shame.
and to make you weep.
And the joy he gets at belittling you?
Aye~ he is the Devil's most precious creep!
He rises from his bitter, lonely bed,
With thoughts to destroy you in his head.
He idolizes you upset, and in blogs, shares his disdain.
He walks laughingly,,most haughtingly!
Amidst the razor- sharp shards of his most cruel reign!
4/13/2023
Categories:
idolizes, poets,
Form: Other
SLAVERY
Our ancestors idolized natural beauties, they were enslaved...
Our generation idolizes men, wealth,riches
We enslaved ourselves!
Until we know how to worship only the
King of Kings…
Lord of lords
Creator of the universe
God the Father
God the son ,God as man named Jesus,
God the Holy Spirit.
Once we know whom to serve, we will be free from slavery!
Categories:
idolizes, christian, christmas,
Form: Free verse
staring at
the sepulcher of someone he idolizes
walking through his homeland
everybody's unknown
pays no mind, he's only visiting
wearing the man's jacket
Categories:
idolizes, grave,
Form: Free verse
Whose heart is that? I think I know.
Its owner is quite sad though.
It really is a tale of woe.
I watched her frown. I cry hello.
She gives her heart a shake.
And sobs until the tears make.
The only other sound's the break.
Of distant waves and birds awake.
The heart is amazing, blind and deep.
But she has promises to keep.
Until then she shall not sleep.
She lies in bed with ducts of weep.
She rises from her bitter bed.
With thoughts of sadness in her head.
She idolizes being dead.
Facing the day with never ending death.
Categories:
idolizes, 8th grade, conflict, deep,
Form: Rhyme
Lucifer And the Cunning Bowl Woe's He Feeds to Unsaved Souls-
Lucifer came by
He looked into my eyes
He offer me a cup full of woe
Poured it into a bowl
Whose bowl is that? I think I know.
Its owner is quite sad though.
It really is a tale of woe,
I watch him frown. I cry hello.
He gives his bowl a shake,
And sobs until the tears make.
The only other sound's the break,
Of distant waves and birds awake.
The bowl is scaly, cunning and deep,
But he has promises to keep,
Until then he shall not sleep.
He lies in bed with ducts that weep.
He rises from his bitter bed,
With thoughts of sadness in his head,
He idolizes being dead.
Facing the day with never ending dread.
Lucifer left
He took what was left
Mangle souls, he placed in the bowls
To serve to the lost souls for manna
Lucifer And the Cunning Bowl Woe's He Feeds to Unsaved Souls
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Woe...........................
11/25/19
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2019©
Categories:
idolizes, adventure, analogy, anxiety, assonance,
Form: Dramatic Verse
Death Comes
Quite sad though’
Death comes;
Life went,
It really is a tale of woe;
I watch her frown. I cry hello;
Death cried herself to sleep;
Alone at the pond of death;
Love came and went;
Life gone, death comes;
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She gives her pond a shake;
And sobs until the tears make;
The only other sound's the break;
Of distant waves and birds awake;
The pond is velvet, glimmer and deep;
But she has promises to keep;
Until then she shall not sleep;
She lies in bed with ducts that weep;
Life went;
Death comes;
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It really is a tale of woe;
I watch her frown, I cry hello;
Death cried herself to sleep;
Alone at the pond of death;
She rises from her bitter bed;
With thoughts of sadness in her head,
She idolizes being dead;
Facing the day with never ending dread;
Life went,
Death comes;
4/10/19
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2019©
Categories:
idolizes, analogy, confusion, death, destiny,
Form: Free verse
The Strange And Gray House-
Whose house is this? I think I know?
This the strange and gray house
Why does it tauntingly glow?
Its owner is quite sad though.
It really is a tale of woe,
I watch him frown. I cry hello.
He gives his house a shake,
And sobs until the tears make.
The only other sound's the break,
Of distant waves and birds awake;
Spiders and mouses, run in and out of;
This the strange and gray house is;
Spooky ooh wee looky;
What's that over there;
Did you see all that hair;
The house glowing strange, gray deep;
As he has promises to keep;
Never then he shall not sleep;
He lies in bed with ducts that weeps;
He rises from his bitter bed;
With thoughts of sadness in his head;
He idolizes being not alive, dead;
Facing the day with never ending dread;
This the strange and gray house is
4/4/19
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2019©
Categories:
idolizes, adventure, allusion, analogy, anxiety,
Form: Rhyme
Looking herself in the mirror.
She is not thin, air brushed, or photoshopped
Magazines show real beauty
She cries at what she will never be.
She sees a frumpy, average girl.
She is young, vibrant, sweet-
but not beautiful.
Her homely reflection gawks at her in her tainted, ugly mirror.
It laughs at her naked body, pointing at her flaws and spitting at her
The magazine airbrush images are real to her, and she idolizes impossible images
Unattainable-
Unrealistic.
In her dreams she is airbrushed to
perfection, no one understands.
The boy she likes stares at her like she is a circus freak on stilts, wearing a mustache and a tutu.
Sleeping pills will take this pain
and imperfection away, just for today.
Just for forever.
In her coffin she lies at peace, as the people say their respects.
The boy she adored walks up, looks at her. “Sad isn’t it?”someone says.
The lump in his throat strangles his voice...
All he can do is look at her,
Lifeless,...and think
‘She was so beautiful.’
She never knew...
Categories:
idolizes, beautiful, feelings, sad,
Form: Free verse
Slowly spring sun caresses the land
As kowhais will softly provoke
Flushes of yellow to gently expand
Their buds of the season uncloak
Helping bellbirds escape from winter’s last choke.
Methodical beats of wood pigeon wings
Whoosh thru the quiet spring air.
Melodious trills as tuis’s sweetly sing
Fantails flitter, with hardly a care
While bush robins cheekily dare.
Fragrance of earth sweetens the breeze
New lambs adventure and race
Dragonflies linger, then floating past trees
Whio dart up the river with grace
My core just idolizes this place.
I climb up the mountain out of the trees
A kea, the comedian of the highland flies past
Does a sharp turn, lands on a boulder to tease
It’s green, blue and red feathers contrast
Their intelligence and pranks unsurpassed.
Day turns to evening; a morepork issues its call
A mournful sound that echoes the night
I descend in the darkness at the pace of a crawl
Then the hoarse cry of a kiwi just out of my sight
I'm relaxed. One day with the birds and I’m no longer uptight.
For info on these birds www.nzbirds.com
Categories:
idolizes, bird, nature, paradise,
Form: Rhyme
To a father there may
Not be a greater joy than
A child who emulates
Maybe even idolizes his dad.
With a heart pouring over
With love my youngest boy
Proudly states, “I have written a poem.”
My heart soars and love overflows …
His next words reconfirm what
I suspected; he wants to be like dad
He asked me to post it on Poetry Soup.
The next lines are his as I beam …
Kind, nice, Outgoing, and Funny this is
How I live in this strange World. I live
With a funny family always cheering
me on I go to a big school always
being great I have many friends
Always being Awesome intelligent
People, I go to a nice church
always being kind I really
like my life in this very strange
world.
I couldn’t have said it better
Little man.
A collaboration of Dad (60) and
David (10) Eklund
Categories:
idolizes, family, father, loveheart, funny,
Form: Free verse