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Charcoal Dreams
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Years of endless
Searching beyond even those things
We cannot fathom,
Often wandering aimlessly,
In desperation far surpassing
Any star with a hope
To be touched upon.
Our words become like the ashes
Of a blazing furnace,
Too full to hold even a spark,
And we drown in the soot of our
Forgotten desires,
Kindled by a frailty, the honor of
Greedy self satisfaction.
Misinterpretations that dangle
Wet with temptuous succulence
The lips of demons born
From the fires that melted even the mold
To cradle molten steel,
In the hope to build anew,
The lifeblood of existence.
Ingenuity lost between desire and understanding,
And hope becomes but a trickle of honey
That drips from
Mouths of devils' tongues,
To save a tomorrow that may never come,
From the collateral loss of
A journey never begun.
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interesting
interesting poem. well written and displayed.
Thanks poetic. I always
Thanks poetic. I always wanted to know what one of those baby pigs felt like being disected. (You know those ones in highschool biology class).
....;-) just another strange joke ;-)
...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "
Hi !!! From your truly virtual friend Respected nl1220
Hi !!! From your truly virtual friend Respected nl1220.
Where was I ? Oh !! now I remember..in a clay-pot
Your poem on clouds made my ears ooze out a thought
Greedy self-satisfaction? Yes I do agree with you
But as selfish individuals what more can we do ?
We have been jolted into the journey of life
On a rickety leaky boat with holes and severs
Planks held together by"glue of love & affection
Where are we goin what's our proper direction ?
Oh Dear Respected Queen of Hearts on a land so far
from your virtual friend who'll go sailing forever
©bishu
Thank you Bishu... yes, thank
Thank you Bishu... yes, thank you for steering the ship of post poems ith such skill. We have keep a positive attitude when the waves get so high and always do the best we can. You have skillful "eyes", my friend.
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...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "
I cannot express in mere
I cannot express in mere words how profound this piece is. Really I cannot. You may have summed up mankind's current status in just 136 words. Your imagery and analogies are most fitting. This is the best thing you've ever wrote in my humble opinion. I tip my hat to you, you are truly a great poet. It was an honor to read this.
Long days and pleasant nights
Diamond
Well... I can't say I agree,
Well... I can't say I agree, i like when i mix the lighter side of things with the darker... but the poem that inspired it was to me, left dangling too much my imagination. I wanted to wrap it up and make it whole, albeit, to me, it is still not whole, but has a bit more clarity in my own mind. ....but Diamond...there are some good things that come from words, thoughts, and communication. It isn't all dark, you know?
I will say, though, that the past 15 years has been a rigorous test for my own inner balancing act of ... words, thoughts, communication, connections, relationships...and the usefulness (and uselessness) of it in my own life.
...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "
I love the word play.
I love the word play. Marvelous!
Please do share, Carl. Thanks
Please do share, Carl. (If you remember where the "word play you are thinking of is) Thanks for reading. Always love your outlooks.
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...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "