The sad Poet

by CRAFTY KEN   Jan 30, 2019

The sad poet

He rises from his bed, sad memories from the past night still fill his groggy head. He slowly sips his morning brew, tears fall into his tea, from the brain’s pain of a lost love, not to be.

He thinks; quil, and ink, where are thee, my comfort, and, friend, embrace my sadness and pain, guide my hand, lift me from my sinking sand, take me to your special promised land.

Come, my favorite wine, take me to higher thoughts, reveal the joys of the divine. Ah, now my pen moves from line to line, a story starts to unwind, with words that my mouth can’t say, love always finds a way.

From the dephs of my soul, my penned words become very bold, and, now, through them, I am with you again, I pray that this time will never end.
As the evening shadows crawl, reality returns, but, my passion for you forever burns. Sadly, my ink has run dry, but, in my poetry, my love, we will, again be together, goodbye, tomorrow my lines will bring you back to my eyes.

Author Ken
January 30, 2019


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  • 5 months ago

    by Meena Krish

    A touching write with aching images
    Poetry is,a friend for any emotion we
    undergo...nicely penned..

    • 5 months ago

      by CRAFTY KEN

      Thanks Meena, I am also enjoying your lovely writes.

  • 5 months ago

    by Em (marmite)

    Very emotional and fulfilling piece Ken one I admire :)

  • 5 months ago

    by Milly Hayward

    What a beautiful, emotional piece. Rich in the sadness of reaching out to the memory of a lost love through the process of writing poetry. Its lovely to see another side to your poetry style and I would love to hear more. Much love Milly x

    • 5 months ago

      by CRAFTY KEN

      Thanks Milly, I like to explore all the options, it's so great that with poetry there are no limits for the lines.
      As they say; The sky's the limit.
      Hugs to you.

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