Open Poetry #19 |
I am What I Am... |
TriXter Member
since 2002-03-20
Posts 112The One |
I once wrote a poem from the depths of my room, With a lamp at my side there was still much gloom This boy forged from steel who was cursed with no heart, Was about to take on a new role, in a new day, a new part. People can wonder and stare in disbelief, I am what I am, And I be who I be. I then came to school with the poem at my grip, And waited for poetry class to which this would fit. When the time came to share, I was up off my seat, I thought the class would be in for a treat. At then end came no claps, no smiles no cheers, Yet I was ready to shed many tears. How could this boy with an exterior so rough, and so cold, Have a heart just the opposite, a heart pure of gold. They sit there in wonder, and confused just the same, I am what I am, And I be who I be. |
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Mistletoe Angel
since 2000-12-17
Posts 32816Portland, Oregon |
(sigh) This is sooooooo emotionally touching, sweet friend, yes, always be the loving person you are and never change, for only you can truly be you! (big hugggsssss) We all love you so much, sweet friend, you are a delight to us all! You have such a beautiful heart, sweet friend, thank you for sharing! May love and light always shine upon you! Love, Noah Eaton |
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Zinsser Senior Member
since 2001-02-27
Posts 1641Calif. |
Curtis, very touching.... Connie |
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Tiersdin Member Elite
since 2000-11-17
Posts 2364east coast |
Curtis, Here, you'll find many who will appreciate your work... good poem! *hugs* ~Tier |
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Secret Whisper Member
since 2001-01-25
Posts 298Through the Looking Glass |
I think that you must be more than just steel if you can write this well. Very touching. "Why should I live? Why should I do anything? Is there in life any purpose which the inevitable death that awaits me does not undo and destroy?" -- |
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Sunshine
Administrator
Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
I am what I am, and glad you are here, for doing without, we'd shed a tear your poetry's fine, and so are you! I am what I am, glad that you're here! |
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