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Cliches Never End
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Cliches Never End |
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Gunslinger Senior Member
since 1999-10-09
Posts 901TX, USA 
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Sands through the hour glass- Leaves on the wind… Last summer’s flowers- Cliches never end. Words which we’ve coined… And phrases we’ve used… Fail to do justice- To things which we lose. Hearts that are broken- The phrase sounds so trite, Describing the agonies… Felt in the night. Forlorn, and lonely? I view these with scorn- When used to describe… All the misery I’ve born. Words are an avenue… Conveying feeling… The depth of emotion- From view they are sealing. Words, like a photograph- In black and white. Hide from our senses… The pathos and fright. Bear our hurt bravely. “Acquit ye like men”- No shortage of clamor- Cliches never end. |
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Honeybee Member Ascendant
since 1999-12-26
Posts 5372Ontario, CANADA |
I'm shocked that your poem hasn't received any replies....it's well written, of course, using cliches but so cleverly...I especially loved the last few lines.. |
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Alison 
since 2008-01-27
Posts 9318Lumpy oatmeal makes me crazy! |
I am always shocked by the lack of responses to your poetry. Cliches are trite because they are truths over-used. Yes? The fact is sometimes the cliches say it best. Or they are a salve for our inability to express ourselves in a more creative manner. I think that of myself sometimes - especially here when I am responding to people's poetry. My words sound trite at times when, in reality, I may be deeply moved. Oh well. You keep writing and sharing and I'll keep responding with cliches. A |
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