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Poetry is nothing to the hearts of men.
Not but words on paper with a twist,
And a sing-song-y tone.
Listless ears and simple minds,
Cannot digest a heart filled verse,
Or understand what is real,
Beyond the boundaries of touch.
What drives one man to scribe,
His deepest darkest thoughts or dreams,
Is vapid humor to the modern man.
The same goes with love.
Love is nothing to the eyes of wisdom.
If one gives up their all,
In hopes they might be received,
Fear might they the lasting pain of rejection receive.
The ache of such a wound is grave and fiery,
Not angel nor demon could stand it let alone man.
A savage shredding thorn thrust deep into the heart,
Yet the heart beats on.
Time and time again the beating pulls the thorn,
Reopening the wound and letting the pride ooze out.
The pain in the end might only be settled with replacement,
An alternative to fill the hole left by rejection.
Such thought is inspiration to try again.
The same goes with poetry…

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  • Awww you're such a beautiful writer theo!
    I'm not sure if this is the one you wanted me to read. so I'm gonna read a few more to make sure I got it covered

  • Definitely an interesting piece.


  • Vhoori
    May 25

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    Dude. You didn't lose me
    I was with you the whole entire mental trip that this poem took me on.

    You have a point there, K. Maybe a writers block with poetry is the same thing as what was wrong with me.



    Very nicely done!
    I can see why you get tired of my rhyming
    It's much better this way, although I'm sadly not one who is skilled at free verse

    Anyways, I love it

    Always,
    Vhoori

  • Ok, here's my deal.
    The poem was starting off pretty well. The use of "he" instead of "she" would annoy a lot of girls but I got your point also, the metaphors were good.
    Here's the bad part. When you started to talk about love and the heart and such, it completely threw me off with a new topic. It took away the nice flow that you had started off with and left a mess at the end. My advice would be two seperate the two into different poem, but it is just my opinion.
    Keep it up! Don't let my words stop you! XD