For ages

my weary eyes have watched Sages mount stages

lit up dull faces

freed others from mind cages

and touched lives in different places

with lines from their pondering pages;

But who’ll teach me poetry?

Their powerful punchy puns are so full of actions

Giving me an unequal and attracting reaction unlike Newton’s law,

it gives new things to ponder upon till I begin to wonder

Who will teach me this poetry?

How they do it I do not know

They’ll tell you how trees waved and danced at a passing wind

Which made the cloud sad and heavy

That it began to weep upon a broken land.

In utmost perplexity, my ability to replay how they play with words

Is a reality of complexity in simplicity.

“A good bard is one who hates to love what is bad”.

How well they take pleasure in the pain of a person

Who has no one to teach him poetry.

Day after day, I hear of mystical mysteries

Of how their pens bled to the death of a man who bled to death

In the hands of death who came to earth in the form of another man.

They fought back, spilling the blood of their pens for spilled blood.

It was war for war as they punctured silence with the nib.

They say poetry is life

A part of nature, a path to happiness.

That’s why their rhymes flow like the Rivers

Soar high like the eagle and roar like the Lion.

They’ll spice up words with aroma ascending like sweet smelling savour

That’s why I can’t wait

for who’ll teach me poetry.

They say it’s art

An act of painting pictures with words

Which soothes the heart like an alluring cologne with delightful impact;

But it’ll be an act of injustice

If there’s no one to teach me this poetry.

Poem Description

Many poetry lovers, though not poets themselves, often feel the urge to pick up a pen and write something poetic. This poem captures that inner longing, painting a vivid scenario of these individuals thinking aloud. It reflects the quiet desire to express emotions, to craft verses that resonate with the beauty they find in the world. The poem explores the frustration and wonder that come with attempting to capture feelings in words, highlighting the yearning to create something meaningful, even when the tools of expression feel just out of reach. It’s a meditation on the wish to create, to be heard.

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