A soft cold tear
Dares fall in a suicidal leap,
To a trembling heart,
Who feels too much.
Sentiments overwhelm a shaking body,
These drops merely leak without
Being evoked by sound.
But within
something screams.
It’s the sentiment of being,
It’s the sentiment of feeling,
It’s the knowledge of knowing,
That somewhere within
Emotion
That somewhere around
Emotion
Would take hold of this shivering body.
Emotion channeled by nature,
Into a shell of wires, allow
Electricity to flow,
And for me to feel.
This is me
And I write
Because I feel
And I cry
Because emotion
Thought it bright
to make me
Its suffering muse.
Author notes
My style is usually more organized, but I guess emotion did its part.
A contest entry
- Introduction to your muse by Tattboyspet.
450 points, ended July 9, 2008, 15 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
What did you think
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and your muse is emotion ... hmmmmmmmm, I'm sure we can all relate to that - mine is a harsh emotion that digs into the corners of the crevices painted by shadows, your words are brought through by tears
thank you for your entry
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hehe thanks for your comment, but my muse is not emotion I am emotion's muse. In other words, I don't feel like I can own anything, but rather any emotion takes a hold of me and the words flow. Like a channel. In other words, if anything I am owned by emotion. Mine and those that surround me.
I like the description of your muse... and I wish I can create an image of what my muse would be like.
But at times the emotions I feel are not even mine, but they affect me so deeply.
So am ruled by feelings.
life sucks
hahaha kidding.
Its something I accept
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Great job. It is an emotional poem. This is good. It is an honest depiction of where your poetic muse is grounded.
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thank you and thanks for the applause
I'm glad you liked the poem, I tried to keep it simple, without over extensive phrases.
It was something different I guess.
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