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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Like poets of old- writing is my life, it removes the torment of this worlds stabbing knife; and if this was my last poem I would be lost, oh, my heart, soul and spirit would be tossed. Poetry keeps memories loudly echoing ! In my mind raindrops cry and weeping willows weep, and hidden birds chirp, tweet, chatter, and peep; the cemetery has a deafening silence, I seek in the engraved names some guidance. Holding my battered notebook I begin to write, a poem for a contest invite; and memories begin whispering and moaning of you, like a dark cloud that is raining my tears fall blue. A fair gust blew- and my filigree words flew, I am writing the same sorrow nothing new; over and over and again, and my pen drips, drips for I am seeking some kind of Zen. Poetry keeps memories loudly echoing ! Poetry keeps memories loudly echoing ! I don't want this to be my last- poem; but my health is fading, so just in case I must pen a poem ! My heart is shattered, my soul battered, my spirit tattered, and my thoughts are tumbling and scattered; to look into my fathomless eyes would break your heart, for my pain, grief and sorrow has never and will never depart. If this was the last- last poem- I would write in my head words, and release them like fluttering birds; Poetry keeps memories loudly echoing ! Oh, how long will my head poems go drifting, floating, shifting, lifting, falling, crashing, until- they and me are no longer existing.
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