PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

I thought to write a poem just a few hours ago,

Something of anguish and ecstacy that anyone would know.

I saw it, and I felt it, and I knew it to be true.

That soaring moment held a message for any of you.

I sat in a bar thinking sensation would last.

How could it not, so intense was the feeling that passed.

Monumental peaks crushed by abject desolate woes.

All created from a word from a person who knows.

Density of heart slowed down time.

In my thought I held every sweet rhyme.

Rhythm and verse brought thundering peace.

Depth and poignancy flowed in sweet release.

My life brought a poem just a few hours ago,

But its message and verse no one will ever know.

Sitting in the bar, obligation held me fast.

Alas for my poem, no sensation can ever last.

Even as I sit, memory fades away.

What exactly did I think, how would I say?

Moments are so fleeting as time passes by.

Oh, but in that second, it was nothing to live or die.

Don't be a poet chasing time that's passed away.

Fools dwell on subtle things earlier today.

Instead live your life in the wisdom of a child.

Enjoy every moment now, raw and wild.