So, he described himself as just a bore.
He sang off-key, I smiled all the more -
he may not last, but I'm still on his side.
I'd love to hear him singing just for me -
he'd grow quite bored himself, I'm sad to say.
I'd let him choose whatever melody
he felt it in his heart to send my way.
How could he bore them? I will never know!
I truly hope he is the one who'll rise.
I've seen these stars how fast they come and go -
but none were quite an angel in my eyes.
He may have bored the masses with that song -
Hang in there, love, you picked a boring song.
--Byron D. Howell
Bryon D. Howell is a poet currently residing in New Haven, Connecticut. He has been writing poetry for a great number of years. Recently, work of his has appeared in Unlikely Stories, poeticdiversity, and Censored Poets.
5 comments:
I really enjoyed reading through this poem and at the end suddenly realizing that it was a sonnet. Sorry, that's the poetry grad student in me creeping out. I also just loved the image I got from the poem. Thank you for sharing it.
-Ace
That was an interesting poem! Nice twist at the end.
Peace <3
Jay
Ace, sonnets are my favorite type of poetry. I did the same as you. I read it, and then though, "Hmm, it's a sonnet." Sonnets are such a great form of poetry to teach.
Yes, it was, Jay. I loved the twist at the end.
I am Bryon D. Howell. Thanks for taking the time to read my poem. To be honest, I didn´t think anybody read my stuff! Sincerely yours, Bryon.
You are most welcome, Byron. I love finding beautiful and unique poetry. I often do searches to find beautiful poems. I am a big lover of poetry. Thank you for writing such wonderful poems. Now you know there are people who read them.
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