PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

I explain the ugly in the most beautiful form,

Some people can't explain their feelings- So I seem do it for 'em.

I get criticized- Because I speak in poems,

It's a Poetic In-Justice that's going on.

Poetry is this, Poetry is that- It's always something negative,

Never given respect- So verbally we protect (ourselves)

From falling into the depths- Of the rhyme writing hell.

One wrong word and you've fell- Critics hop on the mistake quick,

It's actually hard to take this- Some love it and some just hate this.

There's no debating this- It's a Poetic In-Justice.

Our words paint pictures for your eyes to read,

For your minds to comprehend- And for your thoughts to breed.

And your eyes to bleed- And for you to heed.

I plant seeds of knowledge- To grow and live,

But yet it's not acknowledged- Because of what it is.

Forced to live quiet- Surrounded by closed minds,

It's like I constantly find myself behind enemy lines.

Maybe they're just blind- They don't understand the process,

But I'm forced to live in a world- Full of Poetic In-Justice.







Michael C. Lucas