A poets heart


  • slimgrady
  • Hello fellow poets. I am originally from a very small very remote town in the woods of northern Maine.The town had a population of 560 souls.I was brought up( in what some would consider to be) abject poverty.If I was I never knew it. Simply due to the fact that everyone around me was in the same "boat".I have been writing from my teens. I enjoy the woods to this day. I hunt fish and hike whenever possible.And through the years I've learned that there is a God and that I'm not it. "SLIM"

Poem Commentary

I love these Poets one and all.But a poet must
answer his own beckoned call.

A poets heart

I'll never be a Tennyson or Edgar Allen Poe
I cannot scribe like Mr. Keats,Shelly or Thoreau.
Shakespeare,Wilde and Wordsworth.

Far exceed my skill.
And though I'd like to reach them,
I know I never will.

Perhaps,like Lord Byron, I can write about my dog.
Or emulate Carl Sandburg,and his poem in titled
Perhaps I'll write as Longfellow.Of Fra Hilario
In "Dante"
Or John Milton might be my choice.
My muse?The month of May.

But still I have another choice
Aside from all the rest.
And that is to write what I know.
And to wright MY very best.

These poets all have made there mark
A mark that isn't mine
So I will keep with my own thoughts
Through each and every line.

For beats inside, a poets heart.
And this "the tithe that binds"
And through this link, they as I
Shall ever be entwined.

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earthly commented on A poets heart


nice flow-you are a poet indeed-your style is your own...Earthly

ginga commented on A poets heart


ahh Slim, This is a heart warming account of your favorite poets and of you, and your own poetic originality stated so clearly. ginga

Rhymer commented on A poets heart


Can't say much except it was a joy to read another excellent write. 10 from me.

The true philosopher and the true poet are one, and a beauty, which is truth, and a truth, which is beauty, is the aim of both.

Ralph Waldo Emerson, American Poet (1803-1882)

slimgrady’s Poems (19)

Title Comments
Title Comments
A Winter's Eve 2
A poets heart 3
Adrift 0
Through innocent eye's 1
"Don't want to leave" 1
Indifferent love 1
Sweet gental one 0
mousy mouse 5
the Miracles 2
Freedom from self 2
Season's pass 1
Meadow flowers 2
Another Day 1
The passing 0
Faithless soul 2
Grampie's little boy 1
I have heard 1
Nature of the Beast 2