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Question: Will the young poets read this!?
What is wrong with our young poets who send their
poems to this site!.
Why do their submissions have no sunshine but are
as black as night!.
Are their minds, so troubled causing doom and gloom
to be the subject of the day!.
Where has all of the happiness gone; for their words
contain no joyful lay!.
Are we the older generation to blame for that state
they find themselves in!.
Have we failed to teach them the joys we knew in our
day lived without sin!.
For to have no words of joy can be referred to as a minor
sin; this I know!.
These times we live in are troubled, but should be no cause
for poems of trouble and woe!.
My dearest young poets; cease from now on writing of that
seemingly troubles your minds!.
Write of that which you remember, those joyous thoughts,
of cherished happier times!.
May this old gent send his love to you all, and may your young lives be all you wish them to be!.
RobertWww@QuestionHome@Com
Best Answer - Chosen by Asker:
Hey Robert! Um!.!.!.thanks for that!. I liked your poem!. I think that we all have had some pretty rough times, and I personally like to remember my pain because there is joy in being out of the situation you were once in!.
Writing poetry can ease the pain, and bring out feelings that you feel like you can't talk to most people about, and even if you did, they probably wouldn't even listen!.
It doesn't mean that we have no joy!.Www@QuestionHome@Com
OH, thank you Robert, for your kind and concerned words, you are right, today's youth is sad, they are maturing too fast and learning that this world isn't a fun and exciting place, the parents of today have no control and the children know this and have no boundaries!. Thank you for your love and your knowledge!.Www@QuestionHome@Com
it's a good poem [rhymes :)]
but as a young poet i just write what i feel!. sorry it happens to be sad! can't help how we feel, but it's what we feel at hte spur of hte moment!. and i find it easier to write about when i'm feeling sad then when i'm writing about hte sun or a flower!. i take inspiration from what happens in my life!. it's not your fault, just lifeWww@QuestionHome@Com
Point noted, Robert!. Where have you been!? I really miss you and your super duper joyful poems!.Www@QuestionHome@Com
You and Laura have said it already!. I agree with you Robert!. How can people without God know His love!? I've not heard any finer statements and sentiments spoken lately!. Thank you for bravely speaking up!Www@QuestionHome@Com
I write what I think!. What's the problem with that!?
Think of Emily Dickinson!.!.!.!.
Here is a few of mine!.
"Lies in the Dark"
We play besides stones and fire,
Knives and guns!.
Pretending they are flowers and roses!.
Open your windows!.
We work next to liars and killers,
Money and force!.
Masquerading as heros to the poor!.
Open your door!.
We sleep among echoes of the past,
Forgetting and ignoring!.
Disguising the truth with slaughtering lies!.
Open your eyes!.
We die - in the dark!.
J-B!.T 2008
"House of Sorrow!."
Look into the window
Lay my hand upon the icy glass
See the misery and sorrow
Unhappiness seeps through the panes past
Searching for a door
To let out the sadness
Searching through the gloom
To let in the happiness
Look into the window, my sweet darling
Tell me what you see
Place your hands upon the walls, light child
Do you not feel me!?
Help me let this sadness out
Locked inside this house of depression and sorrow
Clawing feverishly with doubt
Pessimistically thinking of tomorrow
Watching this wretched torture
It’s pulling me down on the floor
This misery is locking me in
All you see is dreadful slaughter
Blood streaked across the door
Which I find upon looking within
Help me let this sadness out
Locked inside this house of depression and sorrow
Clawing feverishly with doubt
Pessimistically thinking of tomorrow
Hold tight to my soul
Don’t want to go without
Look through the keyhole
I know I’ll lose myself
Look to the ground
Giving up this game of hide and seek
This key will never be found
There must be more than doom
I’ve searched through the gloom
To let in the happiness
I’ve searched for the door
To let out the sadness
There must be something more
Look to the sky
I know I will never truly die
Just like I know I will never truly fly
Help me let this sadness out
Locked inside this house of depression and sorrow
Clawing feverishly with doubt
Pessimistically thinking of tomorrow
J-B!.T 19 February 2008Www@QuestionHome@Com