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THE POET
Contributed by
angelabella
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Monday, 29th August 2011 @ 03:17:38 AM in AEST
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poets
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A bleeding pen. A withered hand. On a sheet stained with blood from her heart Emotions spilled along the pages. A kiss...A smile, A tear cut across the lines A harmony in her soul. Words that rhyme with her dreams But never rhymes with reality She seems to read the story within every face But within a face is her story Her pen bleeds for a soul She yearns for Understanding But in a soul... She sees nothing but a blank Criticism and Judgment; the worst She writes not for a praise But for the inner burning passion And simply for a smile... She might meet another stony face Yet she knows within that face... Is another story.
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2011-08-29 03:17:38] (Date/Time posted on
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Re: THE POET
(User Rating: 1 ) by marsh on
Thursday, 1st September 2011 @ 06:19:57 AM AEST (User
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Captures a poet's dilemma and the desire to communicate feelings which cant be resisted.A poem is written because it must. -marsh |
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Re: THE POET
(User Rating: 1 ) by FlintHunter on
Monday, 5th September 2011 @ 05:35:42 PM AEST (User
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dear angelabella,
This is a spectacular poem -- i am so glad you found me -- since now i have found you. you are in a class by yourself. This poem has tone, feeling, sadness, even bitterness -- not to worry about me: i will NEVER ever say mean words or 'criticize' a person's work. It's not my way, and it is wrong. So anyway -- this is a real poem. Be proud. Please. -----------FlintHunter |
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