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Sitting, thinking. Bones are aching. Working hard. Now hands are shaking. All this time spent. Thinking to write or. Just forgot. To finish the title. Don't really care. What it says. Just as long as.
L ooking on my feed and what do I see. That E verybody is liking Lee's acrostic, so he'll probably get the hat. E verybody is reposting it too. S how off Lee. I can see it, can't you.
100. I'm so old. So many tales I've told... It all started with a story. But I've grown my inventory. Poems, quotes, blogs, too- As you can see, I've really come through.
I've got it!!. For acrostic challenge... You have to find your favorite quote's creator and make acrostic out of their name and TAG ME!!.
Help quick!. Yesterday's acrostic I Posted was on Hypocrites. Only a few entries I've Counted so far... Ready and waiting Is where we are.
Nosey bitch Why are you here This is private Not for your ears I've hurt you enough Why bring this on.
Now as you see I live to write Poetry. I feel it comes quite Naturally. But my father has Brought to my attention a very good point I feel I should Mention...
#minirant This is a cutting issue There can be no debate We saw it just a week ago Even then it weren't that great And with no writer credit As I've already said That fella, Mr. A.
My first name is Author My second is Unknown And I'm the man to turn to When you can't write your own There's no need for theft You can mention me by name But if you can't be bothered You're...
#OpussWeeklyChallenge #FreeVerse I read for hours And hours And hours And hours And- I wonder. What's the point But then my question is answered In W H Auden's: 'Ironic points of light'.
Please don't read this poem. It's only meant for me. Just move along now. There's nothing here to see. Besides, I bet you'd rather, Not go out of your way.
200 hundred posts,. Rhymes and rhythms,. A range of topics,. Released from my brains prison,. I've no idea,. Where my thoughts arise,. Some pop in my head,. Leaving even me surprised,.
#acrostic Apt minds hAve lost it.
Theres a funny way with poems. That i dont just dont get. Rymes limiy what you say. I havnt writen a good one yet. All the rymes they limit you. And stop you saying it properly.
A new handful of followers Wow, that was quick Looks like they're all newbies I'm just one more writer chick I'm fairly new too Only been here two months But all the sudden there's a flood Of those...
Does my Opuss have only nine lives.
Poetry is supposed to be an outlet An outpour of emotions and thoughts But to sit down and write a poem is rarely easy My head gets too caught up in what should be CAPITALIZED and lowercased In...
I was going to post a quote But there wasn't any need There's already far too many Clogging up my feed An instalment of my story A nice fat juicy chunk But I couldn't concentrate Because I got a...
This was originally written five month ago, but reposted today because... why not, given the circumstances. Just call me psychic. ;) Please repost my Opuss 'Cause I am insecure at best.
I'm getting bored of poems, I don't know what to write. This has never happened before. I've always had sparks to ignite. I have got a story on Sky drive, But I can't copy the stupid thing.
I'm trying a new thing today. I'm not sure what to say. But I've had no luck. And I truly suck. I'm sure I'll be good at this one day You see this is my second today.
I think this Blindsilence is one of a kind. He reposts weird things that he finds. But his pictures a disgrace. Come on show us your face. His pink profile is sending me blind.
Is it too late. Have I been forgotten. In a month's time After all I had gotten. Am I not remembered. Does no one care. Have I lost my touch. Am I just no longer there.
One hundred posts whoohoo go me,. Thank you my little Opuss family,. Around just one month ago,. I had nowhere to let my words flow,. And now I've written one hundred,.