My muse comes from sorrow
This pain I did not borrow
The sorrow in my life comes
as a broken hearted mother.
I hide from my muse when I can.
Hes tall and dark but hes no man.
Hes the one who takes my joy
and leaves me in despair.
And when I need relief I see
my keyboard there.
And I start to type my story.
I don't expect any glory but as I write.
About my pain I see a little light again.
I will not let him win .
To give up would be a sin.
So I go on every day typing away.
To let out the pain and see the light of day.
I know that this wont bring her back.
But I am so in pain and my poetry is my light.
and it stops me from going insane.
A contest entry
- The Muse by someones-muse.
480 points, ended August 22, 2007, 18 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - A Poem About Writing A Poem by Amy Meneses.
600 points, ended March 12, 2008, 13 entries
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the rhyme scheme is very ironic for the theme, creative and kept me interested until the end. Thanks for entering.
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a very good write i liked it a lot. emotions need to be expressed and i love poems that express those emotions no matter what they are. this one just spoke to me and i enjoyed ever bit of it.
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i like it and i ope that this poem well i love the poem
thank you for the poem -
My muse seems to be hiding lately, but yours is clearly not. Very nice poem. I think everyone on this site can relate to your last sentiment especially.
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The Muse's within us all are derived from many sources. Yours seems to be aiding you quite nicely. Good write.
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