My poetry is borne on wings of freedom
relinquishing the essence of myself,
exposing a multitude of senses
inherent spirit, in and of itself.
Full bloodied veins of fertile ingenuity
that flow beyond the vertex of my mind,
born and scored the gift of inspiration
crafted language, polished and refined.
The richness of suggestion sets in motion
images seducing spawning minds,
literature evoking ripe emotion,
moulding shapes my simple pen unwinds.
‘Tis fortitude that frees imagination
to flitter through the passages of time,
picking bones of cold fragmented phrases
eventually to rest in lines of rhyme.
All my dreams and aspirations noted
each word and line a feeling that I gauge,
when done my soul is bare of all emotion
for it’s lying in full view upon a page.
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
Please tell me what you think
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I liked:
"picking bones of cold fragmented phrases
eventually to rest in lines of rhyme."
Best of luck -
I feel that you described yourself very well. And it's a gift to make words that becomes images. My friend, this is a great form of introduction that I have seen in a long time...
Thanks for sharing it with me and god bless in your challenge...
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I liked the flow and the content. I think that your rhyme has made it easy to fall into a rythm.
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AMEN
lol, i just had to sat that after reading this i loved it this was a moving poem, i mean the way you put it was just amazing, keep it flowing and good luck in the contest -
very insightful
This is an interesting piece due to its explanation of its mere existance.
It's beautifully honest and makes a lot of sense in terms of exploring your outlet.
Very insightful use of technique and individualistic style. This piece, particularly the last stanza, reminds me of the Anna Nalick song "Breathe (2 AM)".
"2 AM and I'm still awake, writing a song
If I get it all down on paper, it's no longer inside of me,
Threatening the life it belongs to
And I feel like I'm naked in front of the crowd
Cause these words are my diary, screaming out loud
And I know that you'll use them, however you want to"
Good luck in the future and good piece.
I encourage you to comment on my poems because I like your style and approach towards writing.
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Perfectly penned with laminar flow and vivid image; I certainly agree that the pen has power. It has power it release self emotion, power to render reader emotion and if pushed to the limit the power to transcend time and rule countries. Point well taken.
Love,
Amera
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