Poetry, the art of words.
Tis a shame words may get so absurd.
Set right, they soar, akin to birds,
happy if once only to be heard.
Poetry, a fine release,
gently caressing life's every crease.
Brimming hatred or the purest peace -
my love for it ever increase(s).
Poetry, a fine old thing,
allowing hearts to truly sing.
With it you can do 'most anything -
Poetry - the art of Kings.
Author notes
...beh?
Wanted to write one affore oingay to edbay.
Goodnight, all. (thanks for the contest)
A contest entry
- Closing TODAY by Misery into Melody.
670 points, ended December 6, 2007, 8 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Feedback please! Your eyes' words help my vision... :-)
Comments
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Another lovely ode! First for the muse, then for the fruit of the muse's gift! Lovely, light-hearted, and inspiring. Well done!!!
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**laughs** you are a genius my dear...it's gorgeous...as yours always are...love the way it flows so smoothly...**hugs** write on my dear sister...You have a brilliant way with words!!!
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Second that motion
holy crap i don't know how i'm gonna judge this contest
shit monkeys
Thanks for entering and good luck!
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