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Ben Jonson

The ghost of Ben Jonson draped itself across my troubled dreams last night
buying the rounds in a strange pub, blue mermaids and bagpipes on the juke box
angry in his critique of my style
"abandon excess and ye kill yer muse" he raved and waved the glowing green absinthe in my face.
Crazed I staggered and swayed as I pushed to defend my pace reciting odd rhymes in iambic pentameter to impress this specter of gone days
with both rough hands he grabbed my face, intent eyes pleading as he begged "use thy own voice boy"
My heart raced in the darkness, I awake
you are the poet his voice faded away
Aren't we all I said to empty space
reached for my glass and went to pour myself a drink

Style / type: 
Free verse
Review Request (Intensity): 
I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back
Review Request (Direction): 
How was my language use?
How does this theme appeal to you?
How was the beginning/ending of the poem?
Last few words: 
go ahead a tear it up after all thats kind of what the poems about
Editing stage: 


Welcome to Neopoet, I hope that your stay here will give you a learning curve that you may use for always, Here there are many that will help you to write, but retain your own way.
In poetry there as all things laid down ways of writing and joy of joy's there is Free form.. Your reference to:- odd rhymes in iambic pentameter, well there you go now all you need is a challenge, a workshop to work through..
Anyway I digress, this piece as you know was just a crumb of what you know, I await your formatted words, Yours Ian.T

There are a million reasons to believe in yourself,
So find more reasons to believe in others..

Oh my good to see you here
As always I enjoy reading your work

Let your mercy spill on all these burning hearts in hell(Leonard Cohen)

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