Thisismywonderland
I'm dressing up my paper with verbs and rhymes,
Pouring out empty promises better left unwritten,
Unread.
As I fixate my mind, I don't stop,
And words arise and every feeling dies,
And I;m able to breathe again.
A contest entry
- Add a verse. for Tapestry of poets world record attempt by Janice M Pickett.
360 points, ended August 17, 2007, 144 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
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maybe some words are better left unsaid
but upon these pages we write no matter how we feel for it is our release and our pleasure great addition to the tapestry be well and be blessed
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Glad you did well!
Mine was DQ'd
Tang
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Thanks for this entry.
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I truly enjoyed this! Especially lines 2 and 3. What a beautiful example of imagery. I love the impression of not being able to live until the verse is done. I have several poems percolating in my skull, waiting for the proper amount of time to elapse before they are given birth, if ever. Thank you for sharing your vision. Very well done. Good luck in the contest.
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poems can be things that are better left unwritten. interesting idea of having a poem about poems that are better left unwritten. last line has a typo.
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