Look at me
Dance With me
Go round and round
And make some sound
I am the one, I am the clay
You used to walk on, every day
That was a hell
Yes, that was a hell
The magic of the potters hand
Gave me a new birth on the land
I am thankful, I am greatful
To the man who is heartful
My past was shapeless
And I was worthless
Compared to my past
My present is the best
I am being loved
I am being cared
I feel special
Like never before
A contest entry
- Love.... (5 options) by Kristin Melissa.
700 points, ended March 16, 2007, 29 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - Hit Me With Your Best Shot (Pre-writes allowed) by Dark Whispers.
315 points, ended April 2, 2007, 41 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
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This was cute, and a good read. But I am confused at your rhyme scheme or if you were even trying to have one. Cause some things are rhyming and some thing aren't, lol. Anywho I did enjoy reading it, kudos to you!
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'The Earthen Goblet'.....
your title caught my attention...very nicely stated about alot of us I am no doubt sure...
'The magic of the potters hand
Gave me a new birth on the land
I am thankful, I am greatful
To the man who is heartful'...this speaks much about the Lords mercy for us...
and as alwaays thank you for sharing this write/read with me too.... -
Wonderful...!!!
Oh my God, this is toooo good. The first person narrative of a handful of clay...simply amazing! The 'Potter' could also mean 'God', who gives shape (purpose) to an otherwise meaningless, mundane existence. Again, it could mean so many things to so many people. The need to be understood and be loved is something humankind craves for. Very well done. Only one suggestion... the way you've spelt the word 'greatful, is supposed to be spelt 'grateful'. Good luck and God bless. Keep writing. It's God's gift to you
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Very well written. Clay can be molded into anything and it's ashame that it gets off track and into something that we definitely don't want to be molded into. But good thing you got yourself on track. Great write.
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Amazing what the right clay can be molded into, with the right potter's hands it can be made into a priceless piece of pottery, a vase or piece that will adorn someone's house and look so beautiful. Easy to read and understand the sentiments you express in these lines.
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Um, this is really good, um one little thing though you didn't enter the option you used.... other wise nice poem!
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Awesome...
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Welcome to allpoetry
It can take time to mould something into a vessel of value, here you have used that idea and related to it in your poem. There is nothing more wonderful than having someone who cares enough to help us achieve our full potential, here you seem to have found that special someone... they have made you feel like a million dollars. The idea of the potter and the way he/she helps you to emerge into something very special is a brilliant idea... most people can relate to that idea and it has worked well here.
The title is very apt for this particular poem, well done
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