My words fly with me,
and take me where they will,
they lift me up,
they give voice to my fear,
they are friends who never tire,
always ready to fly when my
muse strikes with words profound...
Who cares about words that rhyme,
when you have to force it to come,
your tongue twisting with the
effort, your mind waxing short.
I find to my surprise and delight,
words flow sweetly as newly opened wine,
they call you from sleep and wake you up,
they respect no time and come
as they are, naked to tease your mind,
and bubbling to spark your senses,
they may come as smooth velvet
or rough like a three day's growth of beard,
but you better be ready when they come
for they have no respect for time,
be ready to fly and savour the beauty
of free verse poetry...
A contest entry
- "Anything Goes!...Well almost...kinda....sorta....uh...." by islekine.
600 points, ended August 12, 2007, 31 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - What makes you tick? by random waves.
385 points, ended August 10, 2007, 10 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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This is great and I see you have another Bronze for it
congrats and continue to pen those poems -
This was really cool. Good job! It deserved bronze
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Very true. Well put, thank you for entering.
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Very nicely done...
Thank you!
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