Sleep Well Dead Poet

[Revolte]

A poet dies, in the concrete streets
like a flower drys, in the suns high beams
when the poet rots, he rots in vain
for the poets heart, is a heart of pain
but a heart of pain, in muddy sleep
blossoms a rose, the poets dream
sleep well dead poet, slumber fine
a rose has grown, from your demise

[PrinceMyshkin]

I love the artfulness of your rhymes and semi-rhymes. Bravo!

[Dark Muse]

This is a beautiful poem, and I loved the metaphor you used.

[blank|verse]

Yeah, despite appearances to the contrary, you're secretly a tweed-wearing Romantic - like me!

The tone of yearning is well achieved, but just be careful as there seems to be an internal contradiction, as you say

the poet rots, he rots in vain
but he doesn't, because by the end of the poem

a rose has grown, from your demise
Still, you're writing some interesting stuff. Keep it up.

[Sampson]

This piece is brilliant! In terms of rhythm, its beautifully composed. It reminds me of Tupac Shakur; he wrote a poem called 'The rose that grew from concrete'. Your verse reminds me of his, and of the great man himself in fact!

[Revolte]

:) thank you everyone!

[MorpheusSandman]

This really is a brilliant gem of a piece with an immaculate structure and a perfectly sustained parallel metaphor between the poet, his subject, and how his death triggers the manifestation of that subject.

[Buh4Bee]

Good for you! I've read a couple of your poems and it seems you've got something there.