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After The Poem




After the poem has been written, and revised,
after the tears have reflected a pitiful face,
what is left to do?

Neither the vent, nor scorn, or vengeful words,
will make the sun shine, the wind blow,
the dead rise.

No friend can console, nor Bible barter
the suffering for a smile. An indolent fire,
burning your chest, your throat, your mind.

And we walk unknowing, that we are dieing,
within ourselves, lightless, and writing.

Our souls have aged, our hearts have ceased,
and the damn pen continues.

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  • nikoshiana
    June 22
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    Very good piece!!!


  • Daizee silver member
    February 10

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    I think your last sentence speaks for everyone on this site or that writes at all... the heartache forever bleeds through the pen. One of my favorites you've written.


  • Gay-Militant
    January 23

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    this is practically a montra for me.
    I know the feeling. but for some reason...like a tick in my head...if i put the anger and sadness into words... i just feel better. i hope you wre able to as well.


  • Writeous
    January 15

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    YOU need to set on publishing these wonderful set of thoughts and laid visions.. this is poetry that goes on and on and on


  • kiwigirljacks gold member
    January 8

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    Ahh yes, the pen continues.. and at time it seems to make no difference, yet it has it's own sense of healing.

    Great write!!


  • Still Standing gold member
    January 7

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    I really like this

    It reminds me of a P. Neruda poem. Actually the poem "I can write the saddest things tonight" because you talk about writing as if it's a curse but yet you are writing still, very ironic which makes this a bangin entry for the contest. Your are spliing over with creativity dude I see a second book in your future (if not already)!!!


  • Have left the stage gold member
    January 7

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    and the brief encounters from which you never mention, sees us soon, sleeping with those words of hope, escaping into next days mention. Poetry has always been assessed by those other than the poet, in otherwords, ageless, like me,


    • afroqban
      January 7
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      ahh, wonderful comment. thank u fine sir, always a pleasure! much love


  • Jesann gold member
    January 7

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    Another wonderful write...
    Great wording in this piece, some very good thoughts here.
    Love the whole poem.
    Well done.


    • afroqban
      January 7
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      thank u Jesaan, you really been on a reading kick i see. thanks so much

  • x26ss
    January 6

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    great write bro, just bumped into this one while cruising. So powerful a question.
    after the tears have reflected a pitiful face,
    what is left to do?
    A question I ask myself, i just wish I put it together so well. lol
    x


    • afroqban
      January 7
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      thanks for reading. havent heard from u in a while. thanks for coming by

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