A room of steam,
A glass of wine.
That's what it takes,
To make a damned rhyme.
A game of cards,
A misty head.
I need all this,
To write what you read.
Some clearing water,
An aspirin.
What does it require,
To write this poetic-sin.
A tremendous effort,
A heaving mind.
A life rethink,
For a poem to find.
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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...
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.
It's a vicious cycle, one that has no end. I rhyme and rhyme and rhyme... Till fate will finally send. I need to get it down, before it fills my head. Every paper must have words. All ink must be...
Music in. The world out. Treated like a "rock star". And actually trying to sing. I feel like sleeping. But that just isn't happening. But this is what I enjoy. Writing on a napkin.
I saw the little paw print and underneath it said... "Start composing.' What does this mean.
I don't write for you I don't write to make you like me I don't write to make you hate me Or to boost or batter myself over your reviews I don't write so you'll think I'm wise or deep Edgy or "emo"...
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.
To the poet words are more akin to blood, For without them he cannot become the man he should.
Y do all poems seem sad you guys should read my brownie story poem it's kind of sad but really catchy
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