A Poet's Shame

Poem By Richard Lackman

I set out to write this poem and I had a simple plan.
I'd avoid all things prosaic and I'd do the best I can
To optimize the content and the grammar and the rhyme
And of course I'd tell a story that would echo for all time

I thought about the subject and the role the hero played
But when I penned the verses then I saw the hero fade
I read my lines and wondered if all poets had the same
Misunderstanding with the words and felt a poet's shame

I struggled with my concept and the form the poem took
Yet I doubt that you will ever see this poem in a book
For only I can understand the effort and the time
And a parent's love responsible for each and every line

And so like children poems cause you happiness and pride
Or conversely they cause torment as you quiver deep inside
And yet I do still write them and some I think are fine
But some are just so terrible I wish they weren't mine.

Comments about A Poet's Shame

Haha! Haven't we all been here! I can so relate to this poem! Thanks for sharing...: -)
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I've enjoyed the poem. It's very sweet n simple.
Superb with rhythm and rhyme. Thought flow of content great! Enjoyed your write! !
The poem itself is very hearty and understandable and itself is nice and beautiful from such a great mind who might have several occasions of helplessness of human life. Really expect more, through poems and likes to be an asset to the reader's club. Thank you doctor.


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