PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

Existing me, one who is served

By the lucky appeal of life

Granted wishes, while forgotten

Prove to me the love



I work to a point

Serve honesty to fault

Dilute my words and wary

And try to help my fellows



Literal things, I have observed

That serve as better metaphors

Are things of stock on my shelves

Without a hint of irony



Lacking goals I mingle

I hardly follow-up

I fumble and remember

To maintain my gathered worth



My darlings, I have yet to mend

They each take with them my pieces

So I'm taught a vile lesson

So I'm forced to persevere



Wishes are my constant

Effort doesn't follow

Sadden me dishearten

Within me I will wallow



People spoken, call me golden

They see something I can't see

Know of me creating things

And request a granted eye to peek



And I am proud and inconsistent

Losing trail of my inspired

I dwell in shadow, static-eyed

To emerge with poet's cry



Who is faithless? Rallies full?

Who is right, politic true?

He who settles by bed 'round noon

And listens to the thunder boom



I believe that I am and was

I deny thy perfect and state me just

I gather light and speak of doom

I mend your sorry with my gloom



I am R and D and V

I am second of the tree

I am sad but too intrigued

By every possibility



And I am wishing for your needs

For which you may succeed

I may say something coldly

But if I say it boldly



Know that I wish your best

And that I'm here

Forward or backward, without warning

Somebody that's worth speaking to.