The Poet's Dilemma Poem by JDsmooth Harris

Forgive me, for lacking the ability, not articulating the words for the, but I don't think that they're in me.

A poet's dilemma.

See supposedly, I'm supposed to be able to see and say what's in front of me.

A poet's dilemma.

Because with you I am at a lost of words, verbs become adverbs which are multiplied by the nouns and pro nouns to make a new sound divided by the many adjectives used to describe you making a beautiful new language that only we can speak.

Words are confused, mixing my I's with You's and my Lust with Us.

A poet's dilemma.

Please forgive me darling.

I'm trying to stray away from my digression, this lack of creativity mocks my profession, but I would hate to ruin a first impression.

Babbling like the brook,

Lost in the very sea of poetic passion and losing oxygen to my lungs,

I can't understand why the words won't fly into the haiku's I once knew or those sweet sonnets I use to speak so well of.

But that was before I met you.

A poet's dilemma.

I guess someone who writes about love doesn't own the right to love.

If I could make it into existence, A perfect poem: One where you and me fall in love endlessly, over and over again.

I just learned your first name and I want to give you my last.

Last breathe, last kiss, last dance all this from the first glance for a love with no medium.

A poet's dilemma.

I'm not asking of you to lie down with me with the dogs but let me earn a chance to romance you with a poet's heart.

My ballads leave you breathless, sucking on my sonnets, humming to my haiku's, soaking verbs to my spoken word.

A poet's dilemma.

Now my train of thought has been derailed upon the tracks of love.

In my station of ignorance where bliss exists, we are the perfect match.

Sharing everything like brothers to each other we smother under the covers psychedelic lovers.

And there's the problem.

So sorry for that waste of time,

for after all, this is just one lonely, poet's dilemma.