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Poetess

Mine words are but broken chopped up letters of me, you shall not find any sacred altars. Verses of unexplained nonsense my emotions become so immense. My thoughts corrupt and cause me to wander you ask yourself at times about my poems you wonder. Silly daydreams fill my mind and drift far away even if it were possible for me to stay. Words misspelled and set aside for later the world needs poetry for its moods to cater. Abound and rebound you still will see all I have to offer is reflections of me. No masterpieces of evolution have I quilled any words I have spoken this worlds fate is not altered nor exposed I have not sealed. I see with eyes of a poet the pain, love, anger, hatred, death, and birth, yet my penned efforts still remain just drifting memories of different sorts. I strike a note in ones thoughts perhaps even a smile my poetry I have written perhaps my best could line a mile. All I have to offer is the reflections of me.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2007




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Date: 11/30/2008 1:55:00 AM
This is a strong poem. I deeply enjoyed reading it. You are in fact a great Poetess...I haven't noticed anything current. With a great talent like this, I'll be wating for your next post...Raul
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