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A poet without inspiration
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Sinking into the abyss of thoughts
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I'm done,by Palas Kumar Ray 29 lines, on Jun 27 3:27 AM. In First poem, poet, birth, begining, expression, My life, Personal, Hope, Sadne -
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As we stand in the same dirt road
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I filled up every crevice,
of every notebook in my house.by Beverlynohime 18 lines, 5 comments, on May 28 1:52 PM. In Poet, Writing, Life, Inspirational, Freewrite, Message, My life, Thoughts, Personal. -
What on earth could a poet be?
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That I will read with passion
Your red edges seeing them like petal art -
by TheStupidLamb 8 lines, 1 comment, on Sep 17 7:56 PM 2008. In personal, thoughts, poet, dedication
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Beautiful thouhgts yet to be thought,
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Stupid poets block, I can't think of anything,
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by spiritualangel 32 lines, 1 comment, on Apr 25 3:58 AM 2008. In Poet, Emotions, Thoughts, Contest, Contemporary
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a poets' death, a writers' theft..
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Lips forming around,
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Writing poetry is my art I write poems using my brain and from my heartby Shuberth 32 lines, 2 comments, on Jan 5 8:24 AM 2008. In Personal, Life, Myself, Poet, Other, Writers Poem, My Own Style
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I pretend, poetize, to console my sobs live imprisoned in zoo of an alone glanceby spiritualangel 40 lines, 2 comments, on Dec 21 4:15 AM 2007. In Poet, Emotions, Thoughts, Contest, Contemporary
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want to call me a poet, not going to seal, not crazy!by spiritualangel 28 lines, 1 comment, on Dec 15 3:13 AM 2007. In Poet, Emotions, Thoughts, Contest, Contemporary
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larger than any universe exists before them..
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Coffee Time, Fuller’s Restaurant (Edmonton, Alberta)by writerillinois 25 lines, on Aug 12 12:14 PM 2007. In poet, poetry, books, poetry books, chapbooks, artists, inspiration, romance, novels
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It lurks between the paper and my pen. / It criticizes, taunts, and saps my will. / It stops me, blocks me, holds me back again. / It can't create, or think, but it can kill. / Resistance is the enemy I face.
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His eyes darted up the sides
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why are we forced
to struggle as we do?
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