Open Poetry #45 |
The Voice Of Despair |
A Beautiful Disaster Member
since 2007-01-13
Posts 409 |
Triangles of half-open doors Reveal all the truth that is hidden: Just condoms and cans on the floor, Black papers with verses, forbidden - Unfinished remakes of the song, Deprived of the right to speak loud Of wicked intentions gone wrong - Erasers have muffled the shout. The only illusion-proof mind - A poet, the voice of despair, Sincere, the one of this kind Throws verses far into the air Right there, in a dirty old flat Among once great talents, now rotten. They all have deserved more than that, But even their names are forgotten. |
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Grimnian New Member
since 2009-06-09
Posts 8 |
That flows really well, I like poems that have good metre and form, that certainly is the case with your poem. |
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Alison
since 2008-01-27
Posts 9318Lumpy oatmeal makes me crazy! |
I love the images that you weave through a very well written poem. I am always happy when I come across one of your poems - I like them. A |
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A Beautiful Disaster Member
since 2007-01-13
Posts 409 |
Thanks, I'm glad you appreciate it! |
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