Reserve me please my solitude.
I hope you do not think me rude,
but don't you see I need my rest
so that I might present my best.
Behind this door I am at peace
wrapped up inside my golden fleece.
Leave me now to my demise
ignoring all my subtle cries.
My solitude's not your affair
although your love you do declare.
Please leave my loneliness to me
as this to you is my last plea.
Goodbye I wish to say to you
as I parish, I bid adieu.
A contest entry
- Impromptu by x Gemini x.
525 points, ended June 11, 2008, 26 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
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Thank you for entering my contest.
I like what you did with the word. You speak for many people.
Well done
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This is a great poem gramma!!! You did a great job on this one!!!! Good luck in the contest
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Except for the poor contrast between text and background I really did enjoy reading the poem. The rhyming couplets worked well to deliver your message. Unfortunately, solitude is my constant companion these days. We've been together for so long I'm beginning to think he's gay...lol. Best of luck in the contest.
Sincerely,
Leo Long
ps. Did you mean 'perish' instead of 'parish'?
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There is that motivation, I know it well. We all need time and space to think our own way through things, without people confusing us with their perceptions. It goes too far when it causes misanthropy, in the last six lines - exaggeration leading to its natural conclusion. This questions friendship and love, as much as the right to solitude. Check spelling, parish/perish. I found this interesting and emotive.
I hid the background, otherwise the words hid, part of the poem, but testing.
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Very nice write here
I enjoyed the write but it was sure hard to read in that green print
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I too sometimes crave solitude. I have actually written a piece on it. I found this really very good. Your rhyming in this is wonderful.
Again, this is heartfelt. There is a feeling I picked up on of being penned in - almost trapped and wanting to escape from the rat race.
Yes, I too can connect with those feelings. Well done for this Patricia. This looks like a trophy winner in my eyes.
With
Dark
Love
Wayne Leon
x
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Thank you very much, Wayne. I found a way to escape the rat race, but I'm not so sure it's the most healthy way. I just disappear for as long as I need, and then I return when I'm ready. I'm finally ready.
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Solitude, I think I probably crave it more than most, maybe too much. But I think in this poem, it's more about, "Keep your nose to home" than the great Garbo's, "I want to be alone."
It's a tough poem to read for I can feel the need, and nothing is worse than that feeling that we are trapped in a place where we can't have space.
I'm hoping the "perish" here is a metaphorical one.
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Metaphorical indeed, Sir Ima, though my bit of solitude is one that I treasure when I have it.
Aww, what a cute little boy you were!
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Your word is solitude. So is this your way of stating that, by posting a wordless poem?
I know, I know, it's reserved.
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Okay, the word has now turned into a, umm, poem, I think.
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Your word is:
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Thank you.
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