PoemsBrowse PoemsSlamsFresh DropEchoes
LearnWriting TipsPoetry TermsPoets & ArtistsBooksFor Teachers
ExplorePoetry GenomePoem MapEchoesTake ActionGroups
AboutWrite a PoemDonateSign UpLog In

A Person of Superior Quality


She compliments me

She says she admires my work

I laugh on the inside

but outwardly am pleasant

She does not realize 

that I am a mere dilettante

of the weakest kind

While she is a talent in every field

Every day she works  

she leaps and bounds

She surpasses me somehow

and I watch from my plateau 

As she flies away

©All Rights Reserved

Something wrong with this poem?

Share

Replies are closed for this poem.

Grahamacre00

View all poems →

Your Poem's Voice

See what makes your poem unique — its voice, energy, themes, and the literary traditions it draws from.

Comments (0)

No comments yet. Be the first to share your thoughts.

Log in to leave a comment.