06-13-2015, 02:51 AM
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How do you paint a picture with words?
Syllables sloping groping emotion force
A rhyme
We stipple style, no monochrome message
Dipping and daubing the page our canvas
We rend
Our words to blend
Ego with eloquence
Rinse your brush; there is always a smear
Tried to improve it, might be worse!XD
How do you paint a picture with words?
Syllables sloping, groping emotion, force a rhyme...
I want to know, I want to flow,
Eluding my grasp in glossy dark caverns.
Is poetry a thought, an emotion?
Floating through annals of poets devotion,
If a word is a thought, why can't it be me
Expressing, attesting for you to see.
There's a rhyme does it flow, does it go
In my lyrical garden, plucking the rose?
Any kind of comment welcome...
How do you paint a picture with words?
Syllables sloping, groping emotion, forcing a rhyme...
I want to know, I want to flow
across pages into the deepest chasms of the human condition,
eluding my grasp in the glossy, dark caverns of humanity.
What is poetry? A thought, an emotion? If a word is a thought
why can't it be me, expressing, attesting for you to see.
There's a rhyme, does it flow, does it go, scratching my heart, touching my soul.
moved from Misc to Novice, ella
How do you paint a picture with words?
Syllables sloping groping emotion force
A rhyme
We stipple style, no monochrome message
Dipping and daubing the page our canvas
We rend
Our words to blend
Ego with eloquence
Rinse your brush; there is always a smear
Tried to improve it, might be worse!XD
How do you paint a picture with words?
Syllables sloping, groping emotion, force a rhyme...
I want to know, I want to flow,
Eluding my grasp in glossy dark caverns.
Is poetry a thought, an emotion?
Floating through annals of poets devotion,
If a word is a thought, why can't it be me
Expressing, attesting for you to see.
There's a rhyme does it flow, does it go
In my lyrical garden, plucking the rose?
Any kind of comment welcome...
How do you paint a picture with words?
Syllables sloping, groping emotion, forcing a rhyme...
I want to know, I want to flow
across pages into the deepest chasms of the human condition,
eluding my grasp in the glossy, dark caverns of humanity.
What is poetry? A thought, an emotion? If a word is a thought
why can't it be me, expressing, attesting for you to see.
There's a rhyme, does it flow, does it go, scratching my heart, touching my soul.
moved from Misc to Novice, ella
I relish writing bad poems, if it means someday I'll write a good one.

