When I write poetry, you know,
I start with a feeling in mind.
Or maybe a picture in need of description...
Or a situation to undermine.
And it'd from these the words grow.
Like flowers with letter petals...
Then watering them with ideas,
Until into a phrase they settle.
Them once all have been watered.
I pick the ones I like most.
And from here I build a poetry bouquet.
One that hands enjoy to host.
ยฉOdd
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Just a some what "odd" girl, living in what feels like a glass box. Hello Opuss, the savour of my sanity. my little private world amongst a life of being watched and watching.
Poetry, poetry. For me you will always be a mystery. Words get rhymed and they get that meaning. Gives us that feeling. A good or a great poem is nice to read.
I'm always aiming to write The perfect words for a perfect poem A poetry that speaks not only of - Disjointed words, and flowerly rhymes, I do not write for pennies and dimes.
I am not dead. Just gone away. Like a vacation. I'm back to stay. Until I get tired. And take some time off. To get myself together. To get rid of this cough. I have not passed away.
First I'm idea-less Can't find the words Second I'm inspired Ideas just occur Third I look back Disgust in my eyes Fourth I'm regretful And wondering why Fifth I return to the initial state And get...
I have mixed feelings, About writing poetry. I would rather write, A story, Or draw, In my sketch book, But sometimes, I don't know why. I have to write, A poem.
Wow my two hundredth post. This is worth a toast. Never thought I'd get this far. A lot of them have been under par. I haven't been on my game as late. My poems have not been that great.
Here's something for you, Because you've never read my ink. I know you've never asked... But I hope it'll make you think. I know it's not your kind of thing. But I'd appreciate it if you'd pretend.
Gone are the days. The mystical ways my mind would play. The inspiration I would find from a topic on my mind. The kind way my brain would relay a message. The relationship of a related heritage.
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