Open Poetry #7 |
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Writer's Block |
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Cyndey Member
since 2000-05-18
Posts 84Arkansas |
I want to write Yet the words Does not flow As I feel them arise They fall like snow Reach out and touch them However, the moment It graces your warm flesh It melts against your palm and Disappears. Like a forgotten heart beat That once was heard Yet is now stalled And faint. An Echoed whisper Of what is about to come What once was pain filled And sorrow ridden Is now beautiful in death In that knowledge That what was once dead Will be reborn The words I once Found so hard to grasp Have finally rang true So, Let the bells toll! Once. Twice.. Nay, Three times... Fore life once lost Is found anew. |
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Denise
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-08-22
Posts 22648 |
It's a great feeling when the words begin to flow again! Denise |
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Lorraine Nisbet Member
since 2000-05-18
Posts 218Jersey City, NJ USA |
Cyndey~ Very good! I like it! ~Lorraine |
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Cyndey Member
since 2000-05-18
Posts 84Arkansas |
Denise & Lorraine... Thank you ![]() Cyndey |
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brian madden Member Elite
since 2000-05-06
Posts 4374ireland |
You described the feeling of not being able the write perfectly, in fact that was quite haunting. An Echoed whisper Of what is about to come What once was pain filled And sorrow ridden Is now beautiful in death In that knowledge That what was once dead Will be reborn The words I once Found so hard to grasp Have finally rang true great images, loved the poem. ------------------------ "Isn't it enough to see that a garden is beautiful without having to believe that there are fairies at the bottom of it too? " Douglas Adams. Small Black Flowers That Grow In The Sky "You have your very own number They dress your cage in its nature Once you roared now you just grunt lame Pace around pathetic pound games Wanna get out won't miss you sensaround To carry your own dead to swing your tyre tricks Wanna get out here you're bred dead quick For the outside, The small black flowers that grow in the sky They drag sticks along your walls Harvest your ovaries dead mothers crawl Here comes warden, Christ, temple, elder Environment not yours you see through it all Wanna get out won't miss you sensaround To carry your own dead to swing your tyre tricks Wanna get out here you're bred dead quick For the outside, The small black flowers that grow in the sky Here chewing your tail is joy" Richey Edwards |
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Angel`Fox Junior Member
since 2000-05-20
Posts 32Ottawa, Ontario Canada |
Very nice ![]() Angel`Fox "Love seeketh not itself to please Nor for itself hath any care, But for another gives its ease, And builds a heaven in hell's despair" |
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Poet deVine
Administrator
Member Seraphic
since 1999-05-26
Posts 22612Hurricane Alley |
Writers block is horrible!!! Horrible....I like your poem..could I borrow some of the unblocker? ![]() |
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Aimster Member Elite
since 2000-02-19
Posts 4297Charlotte, NC |
Cydney-- I really enjoyed this poem a lot. I think this is an excellent poem and am glad to see that the words are once again "flowing" for you. Take care! Amy ![]() ~Live today as though it were your last but prepare for tomorrow as though it were here~ |
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Cyndey Member
since 2000-05-18
Posts 84Arkansas |
Brian~ I'm glad you enjoyed the poem and saw heard the voice speaking from within. Thank you for the wonderful compliment ![]() Poet~ If I'm able to bottle it---Would you like me to send you some??? hahaha ![]() Angel and Amy~ I'm so glad the block is gone, the worse thing about writers block is that your writing the entire time! lol ![]() Glad everyone enjoyed reading the poem! thanks for the great praise! Cyndey |
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netswan Senior Member
since 2000-03-28
Posts 1369Washington |
Cyndey, it appears you have worn your "writer's block" well --) Glad you are flowing again! ~netswan |
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