Small-time Poet

poem by: Christopher Russon
Written on Aug 24, 2016 

Sitting down with my head in my hands
Thinking of a poem I thought was deep
It was on my mind till after midnight
I got tired and fell to sleep.

The poem I wrote on paper
I walked into a crowded room
I read it to the audiance
It went down like lead balloon.

So now I keep them simple,
As simple as can be
And if next time it fails
I will write them just for me.

 

Tags: sad, humor, rhyme, inspirational, wishful,

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Cecilia Crasto commented:
The same thing happens to me, when I'm sleepless lines go through my mind, then I fall asleep and forget the words next day...nice poem.
Christopher Russon commented:
Thank you for your comment Cecilia. There is a funny story behind this poem And I have become humbled becouse of it.
Raychill Ellisonwonderland commented:
Very cool! Likes this I do!
Christopher Russon commented:
Thank you Raychill for your comment.
commented:
Nice poem Christopher. Sometimes short and sweet gets the point across effectively, as you have done with this one.
Annie Kirby commented:
I write all my poem's for me, it is nice when people like them, but not necessary to my happiness. I like this one a lot!
Christopher Russon commented:
Thank you for your comment Annie. Some times I get writers block. So annoying.
Patrick Lean commented:
I like this poem Christopher. I know where your coming from. I don't write to please, you can't please everyone. I always have a pen and notebook by my bedside table. I find I write most of what I regard as my best writing in the early hours of the morning, say 2 or 3 am. My wife doesn't share my midnight creativity, I usually end up in the spare bedroom, ah the price we have to pay for inspirations.
Christopher Russon commented:
My wife doesn't share my love for poetry just like the rest of the famely. Mind you I do go on a bit about poems.
Christopher Russon commented:
Thank yo for your comment Patrick.
Frank Hornby . commented:
Nice poem Chris.....your poetry never fails......keep them coming...

 

 

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