THE WRITER'S MIND
Swimming in the deep depths of tales A place where writers sometimes go In urgent need to find themselves To envision again the writing flow A place where words swim like fish Many are like sirens that sing in bubbles that carries their voices in bliss Hiding their beauty in the trenches tunnels All glow shining with inscriptions within Giving ideas that can create A plot for your mind to confine in That exploit to initiate. As you go deeper in the abyss of it's body It gets darker, colder Luring you to it's embody Time is growing older As getting closer yet feeling bolder Enthralled in its ebony shadows shoulder Now alone with a blank mind No one can save you this time It's up to you on how to evade the mine. It wants you there Now trapped and soon in need of air You're falling in despair It's calling you but seemingly to not bear!!! Swimming through is a murky cast It swims in, at full blast Stalks you like a shark Can't see well it's too dark!!! Freshly still like a simple bass It's way too sharply fast As hoping that good fate Will make it pass Or make you it's ideal bait Maybe even to occasion a special date. It comes...... It comes!!! Then silence fills to surround Yet there's nothing around With not a speck of sound What has happened? This is all so rapid... Am I dead in the oceanic's shroud? Then a source of swirling light Endows my presence A feeling so unique in essence giving me a sense of no fright Darkness and fear is now evanescence What never was to result in a bad bite. Now my hands are inspired to naturally write For the seas stories had conspired To paint in black ink Giving a talent with passion So there's no way for them to sink But to float like jellies With pink flopping bellies Giving them a sensual attraction Almost like ballerinas in a stage That dance with grace To the seas gravity with no name or age Love how well they rhythm in same pace It's all now coming to me.... And I can see and do I proudly see In a sweet art masterpiece That I made it be... I want to feel it's dew It's meadow harmony that arches in peace In the profound beauty of it's blue The skill I carried and always knew Was never far from me I had to get prompted starting at new Hey you got this don't worry Now get on and write your story....
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STELLA RAYMOND
I do not want to sound harsh but your poems are quite lengthy......otherwise it is wonderful.......I love it......
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2020-01-07 16:52:44
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NancyRdz_STORIES_BEHIND_EYES
Yes they are always been that, why? Cause i love saying a story too, with a very short poem it's hard expressing a story and most people love long poems. A poem has has no writing limit. It can be so long and be very interesting to read. If the poem starts good i stay reading same with a story. I have my longest poem and it is very long. Lol but i am saying how i feel in it and soon I'll post here.
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2020-01-07 16:58:03
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Ти — моє сонце у похмурі дні, І без тебе всі веселощі будуть чужі. Ти — наче мій рятівник, А я — твій вірний захисник. Не кидай мене у часи сумні, Бо без тебе я буду на дні. Прошу́, ніколи не залишай мене одну, Адже без тебе я точно потону. Хто я без тебе? Напевно, мене просто нема... Розкажу я тобі про все із цього "листа". Постався до цього обережно і слушно, Щоб не подумала ти, що це, може, бездушно. Адже писала я ці рядки довго, І ти не посмій не побачити цього! Ми же ж з тобою змалку завжди були разом, І дружбу нашу не зруйнуєш навіть часом. А ти пам'ятаєш, як на кухні говорили про хлопців? Ми зберігали всі секрети, наче у таємній коробці. Смієшся ти, як завжди, смішно, І не сказати про це буде грішно. Дуже подобаються мені наші розмови, Особливо, коли ти "ламаєш" свої брови. Чудово, коли твоя найкраща подруга — сестра. Адже не залишить в біді ніколи вона. А завжди буде поруч. Навіть якщо сам чорт стоїть ліворуч.
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