Why So Many Poems About Love Lost Or Found?

Seriously, it seems like at least 95% of the poems posted here seem to be about broken hearts or odes to love found or gone astray. What do you think of this verse that addresses the abundance of broken-hearted poems? Think this hits the mark?


Poetic Priorities

When ten thousand poets, pen in hand,
scream outward in anger with their might,
their words flow like blood upon the land
as ten thousand blinded by the light ---
when ten thousand lovers do no right.

With ten thousand muses from above,
each one involved in them finding love
or losing love or forsaking love,
poets always seem to feel it worse;
those broken hearts seeping endless verse.

As ten thousand souls, misunderstood,
in relationships they know that would
ultimately slam them to the ground,
ten thousand poets will soon be found
explaining pain to the world around.

With ten million single men out there,
ten million single women somewhere,
what would happen if they wisely chose
a good-hearted mate from one of those:
a returned love that they could share?

Would their words aim towards a broader sight?
Would they express anger at the plight
of oppressed people, of greed’s forced pain,
hypocrisy’s evil and war’s gain,
or nature’s demise — worlds gone insane?

If words are mightier than the sword
can’t personal anguish then afford
to stop itself from being self-gored?
Or does it somehow let them feel sane
if they secretly relish their pain?

Lapiz Dominoes.2013-07-23T16:16:13Z

Favorite Answer

Significant Question, well-formatted poem;
Having a tendency to avoid penning those writes excepting for
very occasionally, this is a Q I often ask myself both for and against
yet without making the effort or having an incentive to pursue the question/s inherent.
It is past midnight here.
I`d like to sleep on this and think as I re-read and re-search, with a fresher mind.
So - would you please, be kind enough to leave this Poem posted
until I can focus upon an answer or so either way/ s...if I can?

Edit: I think many extroverted poets are used to being well-treated as sensitive
and others being introverted over-used as helpers due to their sensitivities.
Thus the spoiled ones think the introverted ones are also spoiled and tire them with demands,
and the useful ones become drained = the extroverts become angered = disaster...k?

I`m going to keep your poem in my `specals` folder..it helped me perceive something
as its` flows and the progression of your theme is....great! TY very much.