Fantasy drifts out,
Fingers type away,
Thousands of pictures come together through,
Words only words.
Of thoughts, or beliefs of past, present, future.
Nature brought to life,
Anger expressed.
Sadness cries out.
Words only words,
Of beautiful pleasures,
Sunset dreams,
Dark walks of life,
And all in between.
Poetry lives within the soul,
Within all that is new, or old.
My poetry is unique,
But not so different from the rest.
Poetry, medicine at it's best.
Author notes
I want your honest opinion.
A contest entry
- Poetry Is... by Everwind Rising.
1800 points, ended December 22, 2007, 24 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - Pre-Write Appreciation Day 2008 by Kimojuno.
1447 points, ended October 8, 2008, 40 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
I want honest opinions on this.
Comments
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Wonderfully done and wonderfully written, thank you for entering,
Jeff. -
And a healing medicine it is indeed.
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I enjoyed the flow of this poem...I think you hit on what poetry is and I liked the line "Poetry, medicine at it's best" I thought the poem was abrupt at the end though. "My poetry is unique,
But not so different from the rest." I wish you had explained that more or not say it at all. Much luck to you in the contest.
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