PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

Tell me- Do you see the tears dripping down this page,

Do you feel my words- Incarcerated in rage.

I’ve introduced you to the concept of making my Poems Cry,

Filling them with my pain- With my will to just die.

I know you feel the dampness- The page is drenched in tears,

It won’t stop sobbing- Revealing all my fears.

Sometimes it’s a trickle- It only cries a little,

Others it’s uncontrollable- Tears the size of nickels.

My words are like daggers- And my verses are the twist,

And when I shoot my flames- I guarantee not to miss.

Continue to keep reading- In time you’ll see the crying,

Each and every rhyme is a feeling inside me.

Do you see it yet- Are your hands getting wet,

They’re slowly making their journey- Your mind hasn’t met yet.

Or maybe you don’t comprehend- These words from within,

Too advanced for your brain- An analytical sin.

I pour out my heart on to paper through a pen,

And you call that a hobby?- Here we go again.

This is a talent- Or should I say a gift,

Just by using words- The heaviest burden I lift.

It’s only for a short period- But none the less it’s done,

My words are like a hoist- Yes, the biggest one.

They went from daggers to a hoist- How very uncanny,

But you can’t do it and neither your friend- Or tell me, can he?

I speak to you the truth- And still it stay rhyming,

And indescribable talent- Oh yea, Do you hear this poem crying?

I’m an artist with words- They vividly illustrate,

The words of common use- Being put together so great.

You can read this and think I’ve been doing this for years,

But I haven’t- It’s new and natural,

I’m just crying my Poetic Tears.











Michael C. Lucas