Searching corridors of my mind
lost a muse I need to find,
creation draws a futile blank
like a ship my muse it sank.
From this oceans void so deep
I need my muse it’s mine to keep,
release it out from depths below
allow my muse again to show.
Let go these pains that hold me back
so once again my pens on track,
unveil these feelings held in tight
that ink will flow for me tonight.
My muse I ask to be returned
feelings here are what I’ve yearned,
within my heart its full sensation
give me a voice of inspiration.
I am my feelings sought each day
the world around in which I play,
a gift of words in ink received
my muse is me to be believed.
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A contest entry
- Underneath it all... (are you my muse?) by DefinitiveFreak.
525 points, ended March 18, 2008, 12 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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i really like how everything just kept on flowing. no breaks. no hesitant pauses. no reluctance whatso ever. nice write. i really and truly believe you are her muse. good luck in this competition. your piece certainly had an effect on me. and the title of the piece is just so fitting it's unbelievable. it's like you were meant to write this poem for her. dont worry about me. i'm just blabbering shit and following the comment suggestions. although i do think that the last line is a bit awkward. it took me two read throughs to kind of get it. but other than that, i have no other ideas about how this poem could be improved (personally, and if it weren't for the suggestions, i think it's perfect the way it is. but i suppose that perfection comes at a higher price of scrutiny...whatever. i'm not making any sense now ;P )
good luck again
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well, you have definetly caught the soul of the muse! Very true and apt. i fell in love with the last stanza.amazing. best of luck.
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