My words from my mouth Whisper from the air,
The colors fly into the air from my mouth
And are pushed endlessly around, they stop and
Touch the small paper and turn into the colors
Of poetry, the words that flow from your pen to paper
The thoughts rambling endlessly put in a flowing
Poem to rant on the page or do whatever you want to,
The colors like emotions from the soft touch of your
Hand the words made into the perfectness of what they are,
Into an array of vibrant images and words lulling in your mind
Endlessly telling you to go on never stop, never put the gate in
Front of your heart and make the words stop flowing,
Your soul taken away if that would happen the coolness of the
Dark night would creep in on your exposed body ready to steal
Your soul and take your poetic muse, noting will ever stop it
The rush through your mind when something triggers in the
Words someone else say's and a string of vibrant words pop into
Your head making you want to put it on paper before it rushes out
Of your head away into the endless world for someone else to find it.....
The colors of poetry is poetry it self nothing can live without it
Author notes
WOW this came out of my head someway with out thinkin' i hope its good to you!
A contest entry
- Words Are Your Paint... by poet2angels.
650 points, ended April 27, 2007, 14 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
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WOW this is really good i think this is good no wonder its one of your finest works
1 its better then mine! well i miss you
keep wroting,
evilsss
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Gah. I can't bear to read poetry about poetry! I'm sorry! Your language-use was radical and I enjoyed that, but the rhythm was odd and the topic...gosh, that just bugs me so much. Nothing personal. I just don't really dig this piece.
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I felt this read like a paragraphical piece. The lines were oddly broken up in the beginning; for example:
"And are pushed endlessly around, they stop and
Touch the small paper and turn into the colors"
it might look better phrased like so:
"and are pushed endlessly around;
they stop and touch the small paper,
turning into the colors of poetry"
But that's just my two cents.
The idea behind the poem is nice, and the wording was executed well.
I think this is a topic that everyone here can especially relate to.
Good piece, we'll see how fishbone feels about it. Thank you for entering.
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love it!!! beautiful!!!!!!
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puzzled
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Some wonderful thoughts here:
"an array of vibrant images and words lulling in your mind
Endlessly telling you to go on never stop, never put the gate in
Front of your heart and make the words stop flowing,"
Thank you for entering..Excellent!
Lynda
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Great Job Maddie!!!! You so deserve to win this contest!
-GP
(Can't wait to see you Sat. at the twin's B-day party.
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I love this .. it did just have a smooth flow to it... betsy Best of luck to you in the contest!
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