Death of a Poet

by Michael D Nalley   Jul 6, 2004


A poet pondered alone in his bed
Will they have time for me when I am dead?
When my task on earth is through, I will have no more time
My heart will no longer beat with rhythm and rhyme
I pray my soul will be in order with my last breath
Like the order of the words written before my death
Words which will no longer wander in my brain
The poet will be gone, but the poems will remain

Once I wrote a love poem, and I gave it to my love
She said the words were beautiful like the sky above
Her words were like her actions they were cheap
What we sow in our gardens is what we will reap

My soul will be free when my body is like ice
Words are eternal like order in paradise

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  • 15 years ago

    by Katie

    Wow, it really moved me. It made me wonder if I'd be remembered. It made me want to do something worthy of being remembered. You did an awesome job!

  • 15 years ago

    by Tom Swart

    Man that blew me away and I enjoyed the punch. very nice and the emotions and words are well placed and well planned. I liked this alot and think I will have to explore more of your works. I too have wondered what will happen to my poems when I am gone. I hope they won't wither and die. peace

  • 17 years ago

    by Esther

    I like this, makes you wonder, what would happen to a poet when he/she dies?

  • 19 years ago

    by Ashleigh Skye

    very nice.. I loved it.. it was short but sweet and if u made it any longer it wouldn't hae done the poem justice. This was perfect ~5~

  • 19 years ago

    by PnQ Mod Account

    Wow... I've really enjoyed reading all your poems... they are very inspiring and thought-provoking...

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