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poetry for the disturbed
smackdownraven
Forum Posts: 50
Dangerous Mind
5
Joined 29th Sep 2017Forum Posts: 50
I am disturbed by the rucus here so I wrote a poem about it...
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melissa_hosters
Joined 8th Feb 2021
Forum Posts: 16
Strange Creature
Forum Posts: 16
And what worries me ...
A word is only a skin, thin
film, an empty sound, but inside
a pink point is beating,
shining like a strange light.
A vein pulses, an artery swirls.
And you don’t care at all,
the lucky one you’ve found
has been born with a caul.
From the beginning, the word
was power. If you’re a poet
and have no better path
in this tangled world,
don’t describe too early
battles or the trials of love.
Refrain from prophecy,
and don’t ask for the grave.
A word is only a skin,
a thin film of human lots,
and any line in your poem
can sharpen the knife of your fate.
A word is only a skin, thin
film, an empty sound, but inside
a pink point is beating,
shining like a strange light.
A vein pulses, an artery swirls.
And you don’t care at all,
the lucky one you’ve found
has been born with a caul.
From the beginning, the word
was power. If you’re a poet
and have no better path
in this tangled world,
don’t describe too early
battles or the trials of love.
Refrain from prophecy,
and don’t ask for the grave.
A word is only a skin,
a thin film of human lots,
and any line in your poem
can sharpen the knife of your fate.
Tallen
earth_empath
Forum Posts: 2264
earth_empath
Tyrant of Words
32
Joined 15th Oct 2018Forum Posts: 2264
melissa_hosters said:And what worries me ...
A word is only a skin, thin
film, an empty sound, but inside
a pink point is beating,
shining like a strange light.
A vein pulses, an artery swirls.
And you don’t care at all,
the lucky one you’ve found
has been born with a caul.
From the beginning, the word
was power. If you’re a poet
and have no better path
in this tangled world,
don’t describe too early
battles or the trials of love.
Refrain from prophecy,
and don’t ask for the grave.
A word is only a skin,
a thin film of human lots,
and any line in your poem
can sharpen the knife of your fate.
odd how You have nothing on Your profile and post a spill here.......
You gonna share more, right?
A word is only a skin, thin
film, an empty sound, but inside
a pink point is beating,
shining like a strange light.
A vein pulses, an artery swirls.
And you don’t care at all,
the lucky one you’ve found
has been born with a caul.
From the beginning, the word
was power. If you’re a poet
and have no better path
in this tangled world,
don’t describe too early
battles or the trials of love.
Refrain from prophecy,
and don’t ask for the grave.
A word is only a skin,
a thin film of human lots,
and any line in your poem
can sharpen the knife of your fate.
odd how You have nothing on Your profile and post a spill here.......
You gonna share more, right?
Ahavati
Forum Posts: 14273
Tyrant of Words
116
Joined 11th Apr 2015Forum Posts: 14273
LOL! I thought this was a suggestion about a group for "Poetry for the Disturbed"