Poetry People.
Crying Over People in Poems
about a man who can cry,
whose eyes tear up when
he hears a great old hymn.
Who gets a catch in his voice
when he reads a poem.
Who cries just thinking
of a little girl
who loses her father,
or a forgotten old man
living alone in
a cold drafty house.
Unless he is moved more
by mere poetry people
than living, breathing ones.
I have been forgotten,
left alone
and lost someone.
Will this man
cry for me
even though I am not a poem
or words on a page,
but flesh and blood?
Published by Linda Louise Johnson
Linda Louise Johnson is an animal lover, crafter and hobbyist, graphic art afficionado and veteran writer. Her work has been featured on Associated Content, Yahoo! News, and eHow as well as in Poetry Garden,... View profile
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58 Comments
Post a CommentVery well written and thought-provoking.
The only time I've seen my husband cry was when our 17 year old Chihuahua passed away.
Wow. This is the epitome of good art because it makes you stop and think.
I have read and commented, but just had to return because I cried at Sunday night services as we lost a long time lady of our in death, but these were more tears of joy than sorrow, for we know she is safe in the Arms of Jesus. Make sense?
Powerful message: it made me reflect.
Linda, I am just getting to know you, so I don't really understand your poem fully, but I do feel a lot of pain between the lines. I hope writing about it helps. On a more positive note, I just signed on as your fan! Nancy
I do want to say that this is not strictly autobiographical; although inspired by a real life situation, I drew it to a poetic conclusion.
Hope he realizes who he has lost!! Everyone deserves a wonderful loving real person in their lives!!
Terrific!!!
I love poetry :)