There are too many things I can't say
Things hidden in every other way
I know that here I'm stating a cliché
But that's what moves my pen, day by day.
Two months past, I tried to starve myself thin
It's over now, but I still haven't said anything
I had to let go of image, and make Jesus King
He's my inspiration, my poems are written for Him.
My love poems are about someone years too young.
Illogically, I'm convinced he's the one.
My poems talk about “till kingdom come”
How else could I tell anyone?
I could not stop my pen any more than my heart
Of what constitutes “me” it's too large a part
I'm fallen hook, line and sinker for this beautiful art
I think I was doomed to, right from the start.
Author notes
Actually wrote this for a class, but it hasn't been graded yet and the class has closed.
A contest entry
- Rounds Contest - Round 1 - An introduction ... by imgone.
450 points, ended June 21, 2007, 31 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - WHY DO I WRITE POEMS by karabi.
700 points, ended June 20, 2007, 14 entries
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300 points, ended August 27, 2007, 33 entries
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A very enobling inspiration indeed! Welcome to my contest.
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A nice poem, well done and good luck in the contest. Val
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Captivating, Very
Your whole piece is quite good, however your last stanza just swept me away.
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Brilliant. I would give this poem an A+. It flows marvelously, rhymes very well, and is overall enjoyable to read. Best of luck to you in the contest!
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