Within The Heart of A Poet

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Open Poetry #24

Within The Heart of A Poet

dhicks03
Member

since 2002-12-26

Posts 267
Missouri,USA

0 posted 2003-01-04 07:13 PM

The words flow in crimson red
Touch you the reader somewhere deep inside
Blood instead of ink, the soul onto paper bled
Brings about all the emotions you tried so hard to hide

As you read the words before you
You feel the pain between the pen and paper
Discovering what you've kept hidden from view
The poet, wrote your soul down word for word
Seems he discovered your secret caper

Quietly you cry as you read
Feel the blood rushing through your veins
Silently you watch him bleed
He dies before your eyes, yet his meaning with you remains

You transcend the words to feelings
From within the poet's heart they've come
Entrenched themselves into the essence of your very being
Never to be forgotten, though you never knew
They came from a poet's heart...from the start...all were written

BY YOU!

[This message has been edited by dhicks03 (01-04-2003 07:15 PM).]

Sunshine

Administrator

Member Empyrean

since 1999-06-25

Posts 63354
Listening to every heart

1 posted 2003-01-04 07:17 PM

I have to admit,
you are right.

It is the passing of that emotion
on to other readers

that is the writer's greatest feat!

jeffwillett
Member

since 2003-01-04

Posts 86
Texas, US

2 posted 2003-01-04 07:18 PM

I like that, i could sorta connect with the feelings, although i had a little bit of a hard time making it from line to line, nothing to interfere with the poem as a whole

CSKpoet
Senior Member

since 2002-07-12

Posts 845
Island in Paradise

3 posted 2003-01-05 04:01 AM

I adore letting the essence flow and the response of some that are touched deeply in some way by somethi8ng I write.
It is an addicition and it is only when the muse is silent and the ink all used that I hate...I wish she would write again soon, I am surely disraught right now...
But I really sis like the message of this and your depth of soul that you expose.
Thanks!
hugs, Cher

Poetry is:
Passion, imagination and intellect running together.

Aloha with warmest regards, Cheryl Stewart Koomoa

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