The Poet

[JJ DIAMOND]

The Poet


He sits quietly near the fireplace in his humble abode
Scribbling words without boundaries, stories to be told

With yellowed paper at hand and an antique pen
Endless hours of pleasure at times he does spend

The riddles he seeks is his life long passion
Using his poetic talent and literacy of fashion

Writting triumphant words in his treasured scripts of art
His fingers move freely when the desire flows in his heart

He empowers a bounty of beauty so graciously free
God has given him this gift, cant you see

He writes words about love in a meaningful verse
At times his thought patterns, he must rehearse

As to honor his Lord in the heavens above
And to create a poem that the world will love

Some day he'll be gone, his life will have perished
His soul will rejoice with the Lord he has cherished

God will have taken him, in his own time
Yet his poetry lives on with-in this rhyme.

JJ DIAMOND

[monarch]

'twas okay. the meter was shaky, on-and-off. the subject was a tad cliche, although you had heart. overall, an okay poem, work on your meter a little, find out what combinations of numbers-of-syllables create what emotions in people. i reccommend Edgar Allan Poe, he's a legendary master of meters, check out The Raven (yes, i know, its so over-exposed now, but its still so awsome ^_^)

'twas just constructive criticism. i dont know about your other poems, but this one was OK at best.

keep writing

-monarch