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You are the muse
Indie
Miss Indie
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Poetry Contest Description
"I believe that I wanted to a poet, but deep down I just wanted to be a poem" - Jaime Gil de Biedma
Write a self poem from someone else's perspective where you are the muse of the piece.
Two poems max. No erotica or gore.
Two weeks.
Have fun.
Two poems max. No erotica or gore.
Two weeks.
Have fun.
xthan
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Twisted Dreamer

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In short
you're many
experiences
in a short
space of
time,
that's why
your fingers
tremble to
pin them
down.
Written by xthan
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Indie
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Thank you for xthan
PoetSpeak
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Indie
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Okay peeps, I never thought I would have to specify this as a rule, but could everyone's poems please contain actual words, not in the title words. Thank you.
PAR
PAULO ACACIO RAMOS
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PAULO ACACIO RAMOS
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Inspirational Incubus
If I were the muse
I'd appear in moments of quiet solitude
whispering words of wonder and possibility.
I'd guide the poet to the edges of dreams.
I'd lead him to hidden groves
where time stands still.
Where the rustling leaves
and murmuring streams compose
a symphony of inspiration.
With a touch as light as moonbeams
I'd paint the skies with hues
of dawn and dusk,
he'd find rhythm in chaos,
harmony in discord.
As his muse, I'd be the discovery
that within the realm of imagination
there are no limits, only endless horizons.
I'd appear in moments of quiet solitude
whispering words of wonder and possibility.
I'd guide the poet to the edges of dreams.
I'd lead him to hidden groves
where time stands still.
Where the rustling leaves
and murmuring streams compose
a symphony of inspiration.
With a touch as light as moonbeams
I'd paint the skies with hues
of dawn and dusk,
he'd find rhythm in chaos,
harmony in discord.
As his muse, I'd be the discovery
that within the realm of imagination
there are no limits, only endless horizons.
Written by PAR
(PAULO ACACIO RAMOS)
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Thank you PAR