An Honest Poet’s Life Is Full Of Care

An Honest Poets Life Is Full Of Care sonnet poems

Now to myself this comes as some surprise
I’m sitting writing here a tuneless song
My rusty hand’s in need of exercise
For I’ve been far too lazy for too long
In honeyed indolence I’ve spent my days
I’ve watched the changing colours of the year
I’ve watched the passing seasons through a haze
And so my memory may not be clear
I smoke a spliff and sip at my champagne
A poet’s life is not an easy one
A little sunshine and a lot of rain
Is hardly my idea of having fun
The layman sadly seems so unaware
An honest poet’s life is full of care.

Rate the poem
1 Star2 Stars3 Stars4 Stars5 Stars (1 votes, average: 3.00 out of 5)
We are posting your rating...

Have something to say about the poem?

Malcolm Massiah

Signup / Login to follow the poet.
I am a writer. I am shy. I started writing poetry in my youth. I first performed in 1987 at the Avon Poetry Festival along side Bertel Martin of the Bristol Black Writers Workshop, supporting Benjamin Zephaniah.I gave my last poetry performance in 1992 at the Arnolfini gallery Bristol, supporting Labi Siffre during Poetry month.In 1998 for a year, I became the Resident Poet at Bristol Evening Post.I haven't written much since then but in 2014 I began exercising my rusty hand writing sonnets. I hope to continue writing in the coming year.
Poems you will love

Give your feedback / review for the poem

7 Comments on "An Honest Poet’s Life Is Full Of Care"

Notify of
avatar
Sort by:   newest | oldest
Christopher S. Bunch
Member

Flows nicely, needs stanzas.. I like how you shed some light on the life of a poet. Keep it up, this is good work.

Zahra A.
Member

Very nice.

anu mishra
Member

grt u r inspiring…………….

wpDiscuz

Life

Life long poem

What is life I wonder? What’s the purpose of my existence? How did we all come to life? And how was it all even created? As a child I rummaged my brain for answers but could find none And I

Life As A Dream

Life As A Dream short poem

I kissed the pillows of her cheeks. Covering myself in the blanket of her caress. While here nothing is heavy. Maintaining the balance of smiles in the bed of her arms She doesn’t mind my snore, relaxed in complete comfort.

Symbiosis Of Life

Symbiosis Of Life long poem

Life is a symbiosis, relationship it makes possible, interaction among humans it creates, social system it establishes, cultural institution it builds, political arrangement to avoid vacuum, it puts in place. Life is a symbiosis, bridge it throws to span human

Story Of My Life

Story Of My Life prose poem

A dinner A movie show A trip to the zoo None of these Are as fine as A day spent thinking about you I had a heart and that is true But now it’s gone from me to u When

Once In Life

Once In Life prose poem

At least once in life do make a wish; not necessarily for returns, but for others an act of compassion; an offering.. more often it’ll be a reason to live life unconditionally… At least once in life do make an