She wrote about love

And shared the words with everyone

That if love rules us all

Then everybody’s in harmony.

But no one ever listened;

People chose to argue and hate each other.

Sadly, she was unheard by all.

She wrote about beauty

And shared the words with everyone

That real beauty is within the heart of the person,

And is not based on the physical appearance at all.

But no one ever listened;

People mocked the “ugly” ones.

How sad it was when she was unheard once more.

She wrote about happiness

And shared the words with everyone

That real happiness is not based on wealth,

But by contentment and sharing a good laugh.

No one ever listened to her;

People neglected their loved ones and busied themselves with work.

Unluckily, she was unheard.

She wrote about the animals

And shared the words with everyone

That those animals have the right as well

To live peacefully and freely on land.

But no one ever listened;

People killed and captured them.

Poor poet, why does she have to be unheard?

She wrote about peace and unity

And shared the words with everyone

That if people would only live in harmony

Then everybody’s happy and unharmed.

But no one ever listened;

Many nations were at war.

Sadly, poorly, unluckily, unheard she was again.

She wrote about the children

And shared the words with everyone

That every child deserves to be loved

And to be defended from harm.

But no one ever listened;

Many parents hurt and abused them.

Regretfully, “unheard” that’s what she was.

She wrote about God and prayer

And shared the words with everyone

That every problem has a solution

If only we pray and trust in God.

But no one ever listened;

People did not seek help from Him and ended their lives.

How sad the poet was when she was unheard many times.

She wrote about nature and its beauty

And shared the words with everyone

That we will truly have a paradise on earth

If we take good care of our Mother land.

But no one ever listened;

People did not care; they polluted and destroyed the world.

Over and over and over…unheard poet…that’s what she was.

The unheard poet has no more poems

To spread and share with everyone;

She gave up and lost inspiration

Because no one really cares.

She’s giving YOU this one last poem;

It’s all up to you now.

Listen to her, share it, and spread it

 Or ignore it if you like…

Just let her die

As the “unheard poet”.

by Viejay04