Self defining,
Inclining luxury
Insights sprawled onto once dead paper,
Brought to life by the ink of a trusty messenger,
But more so the raw emotion behind each devoted notion.
Be it of love, Be it of hate,
Or anything in between.
In all forms and shapes
What lies in each word
Is a piece of the poet’s heart,
An everlasting projection.
Beauty can be seen by eyes quite easily,
But only the mind may indulge in poetry’s fine word.
Some grow to appreciate a side of beauty not rare,
More so common, but harder to see.
Poetry defines me or who I’m trying to be.
Seems to me, that’s just what poetry is,
In many variations, or collaborations.
I hope this temptation remains undying,
For I’d be lost if it were to pass me frivolously,
Just like so many other reminisced pastimes.
Author notes
I think this is what you were looking for in this contest! Hit or miss, Sink or swim, it's all the same
On a sidenote - I hope the form holds up for different resolutions and monitors...Dunno.
A contest entry
- poems are fingers by just mercedes.
800 points, ended November 18, 16 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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'Insights sprawled onto once dead paper,
Brought to life by the ink of a trusty messenger'
that's a great definition of poetry. I really like your look at it, and at the poet who lives it, and your realization; 'What lies in each word
Is a piece of the poet’s heart'
Thank you for writing for this contest. -
"Insights sprawled onto once dead paper,
Brought to life by the ink of a trusty messenger..."That should go in the dictionary as the proper definition of poetry!
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I really like the form of this poem! I think it really adds to the perception you are expressing here!
Great work!!
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