I’m Back Baby
A Spark Becomes A Flame
All my writings, all my works
Before today, were crap
Can’t see the reason, nor the perks
“Disinterest” sprung a trap
Every poem I ever wrote
Failed to hit its mark
Greater works you all can quote
But please, just hold the snark
I’m writing now this final piece
Just emptying the tank
Killing off in sweet release
Loose stanza’s in my “bank”
Many poems have gone berserk
Negligence, I think
Of all the lines I tried to work
Poetically, some stink
Quickly I began to climb
Rhymes were coming hot
Somehow I lose all track of time
Though time is all I’ve got
Undoubtedly around this part
Vigor’s in decline
Wondering just when I’ll start
X-ing out each line
Yet, just this once I didn’t flop
“Zeal” is back on top
About the Creator
Earl W. Pearl
I’ve been writing poetry (rhyming mostly) since about 2014 and have recently transitioned to writing novels and short stories. My poetry genres are faith, humor, social issues, politics, pretty much any subject matter.
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Comments (2)
You are a master poet. This flow nicely 🙂🥳
This is great!