Matthias Pantaleon

(August 24,1984 / Oronija Island, Nigeria)

The Weeping Poet


No one knows why the poet cry
How could they
The world has never seen a bird cry
Poets cry anyway
Long stream; high tides
The tears of a poet forms a line
In every stanza a nightingale delivers

The tears of a poet is a liquid rhyme
They flow freely with Iambic meter
Like sonnet in the theatre;
Like good in a channel of plenty

A poet is a prophet of art
Art is nature
The tears of a poet is a mass of intellectual vapour
Floating on his mind

The price of a poet is service
His pride; humility, his tears; respect
For poetry is service, humility, respect

Submitted: Saturday, February 23, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, April 01, 2014

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service is humility

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  • Emily Slm (3/4/2013 7:01:00 PM)

    Relatable, and the overall poem is great. I don't see the reason for the Roman numerals though. (Report) Reply

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