Plagiarism
13 April, 2006
Author: TriTran
The night had stolen my poem
And was reciting it to the stars and moon.
In my bedroom, I sat to listen to my dear Triolet,
Oblivious of the late hours of summer.
The night had stolen my poem
And was reciting it to the ravenous owl.
Each word echoed through the sleeping mountains;
Each mahogany mountain opened its eye and looked at the sky.
The night had stolen my Triolet
And had inscribed its gruesome mark on my life.
I, a poet, ever, longed to catch darkness before the glimmer of dawn.
------- Author's Notes -------
People cause the crime of plagiarism and call other people's poems their own. |
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Comments on this poem/writing:
| billybad (67.182.118.53) -- Thursday, March 27 2008, 08:59 pm it happeneded to me several years ago i wrote some poetry to be publish and end up getting stole,from a copy cat.well my poems got published under some one elses name.now before i release any of my work it gets coppied writed first.i really enjoyed your poem. |
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