Confession of a Poet

the silence, the loneliness, the poems of mine

all’re same all’re wired. Even if I try writing

a love poem I’ll write on the warmth the bed

holds after love; I’ll write dryness of mouth

not the taste of lips. vacant, long, blank,

they’re my moxie, they’re my alias.

bear with me readers. I write, solitude,

of sultry disturbance, of my loneliness,

many poems; sometimes different…


Last 3 lines played with punctuation.

27 responses to “Confession of a Poet”

    1. Thank you for stopping by…


  1. *I write, solitude,
    of sultry disturbance…..*
    Wow! Loved it!


  2. Love “of sultry disturbance, of my loneliness”

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    1. Thank you for stopping by…hope your visits at my blog…


    1. Thank you…this for all my new followers..☺

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  3. A beautiful confession of a poet


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