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The Ballad of the Poet

*The Dead Poet*

Many blocks along the road, 
Kicking down walls of heavy stones, 
Yet no one could draw through the walls of her lonely bones.
A poet who could not write what's inside. 
Her pen had gone ink dry. 
Her beady eyes lost the feel of an angelic realm.
She tried! 
She tried until she could no longer cry!
A poet who stuttered with the mind and out came no words.
This poet hangs on a mound with a picture that tells a sad tale.
A poem that broke verses in a Carpe diem dream.
She ruffled her arms once more as if she could fly.
Still nothing, 
Everything felt dead inside. 

Trap in a mental state that clots the willing vein.
Isolating her form in a room with no door.
She stays this away from the feel of the marvel pen.
To never go back, and feel again.

In the most ominous way,
She lets out a cry, 
A cry, never heard before. 
Running from this evil, that stain her world. 
Words buried deep and behind a new exterior box, 
Her insides grasp all the air of airs once alive. 
A talon drop into the next,
This troublesome poet gave up on everything. 
Had nothing left, but the empty space within. 

She curls herself into a fetal world.
At last, she closes her eyes, to feel no more.
A poet who died the day, joy wiped the glee from her face.


Copyright © | Year Posted 2013

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Date: 10/31/2016 8:19:00 PM
Beautiful sadness, PD. The great Stevie Wonder once said, you've brought joy inside my tears. So have you done to me w/this bittersweet tale of an anguished poet's soul. To never write again, for a poet, is to die anew each day. Superbly written and expressed. Much love to you from RW.
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Date: 5/5/2016 11:04:00 PM
Linda, This is very nice. I enjoyed entire poem. A brilliant concept is well depicted here. Never forget to post a new piece at the earliest......................//:) hugs.
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Date: 2/11/2016 12:24:00 PM
i love poem its awesome - hugs fullmoonsway
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Date: 1/2/2016 9:59:00 AM
What a poet...devastating though
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Date: 9/6/2014 1:04:00 PM
Nice. It gave me pleasure to read as my imagination sparked
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Date: 8/27/2014 7:11:00 PM
Stunning poem. Brenda
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Date: 7/4/2014 11:27:00 PM
Yeah I just had to put my two cents or sense in and say good job on writing this poem. I really enjoyed it. The symmetry and structure is so well put together. I look forward to reading more of your work.
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Date: 9/19/2013 7:50:00 PM
what a beautifully and dramatic poem. it is full of emotion and feelings. Any poet should be able to relate to this. Great job
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Date: 9/14/2013 12:02:00 PM
Wow! This poem is amazingly beautiful! I can relate to the feeling of dying when an inspiration cannot be found. Especially when the poetry is something one cannot live without. I loved this deep, sorrowful poem! Adding it to my favorites!...Thank you for the nice comments, once again! :)
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Date: 7/30/2013 5:47:00 AM
stunning this , as in im stunned by so much mental imagery and tryin to deciphre the hidden meanings and true emotions behind the words , really like the way you write it draws me in and seems to turn my head inside out
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Date: 7/15/2013 5:56:00 PM
I enjoy your poetry like a favourite meal , consumption is delightful but leaves me too full bellied for pudding,
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Date: 6/22/2013 9:47:00 AM
A touching piece Linda. Am loving it. The poet will live again.
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Date: 6/17/2013 9:30:00 AM
Hi, ever dearest sis of mine! I'm stopping by to read this stunning write of yours once again & thank you so much for your warm congratulatory comments on my featured poem. I didn't know that my poem was featured last wk. Thank you so much! By the way many big congratulations also with this poem & the many poems of yours on the All Time Top 100 Poem, I've been there. Im so happy. You've the most number of poems there. My biggest sweetest hugs to you! You're my greatest! love m4evr, Leonora
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Date: 6/5/2013 10:52:00 PM
Amazing work. I was drawn at the very first line you structure this piece so good, and so real I truly can relate. You are very talented! All of your work is so full of imagery as if I was standing there seeing all of this happen. Thank you for sharing. I appreciate you looking at my work your comments bring warmth to my heart. - Edward
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Date: 6/4/2013 7:42:00 PM
Once again a wonderful accomplishment. Poetically, a pleasure to read. Thank you.
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Date: 6/4/2013 5:06:00 AM
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Date: 6/3/2013 6:53:00 PM
Linda, I love this beautiful poem. I'm left with the thought that even though you are gone, forgetting you will be impossible. Let the smiles of your friends fill the vacancy and resurrect your talent. By any name you are the best.... Jake
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Date: 5/14/2013 10:42:00 AM
Again a pessimistic poem but with deep insight of sentiments. You are great!
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Date: 5/3/2013 6:24:00 AM
Dear Linda Thanks for appreciating my 'Grow Fingers' and your lovely message. Hugs. Durlabh
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Date: 5/2/2013 5:44:00 PM
awesome write,,,, some days I feel I have no words left, then I see my 3 inch stack of pages. I see another sad true story I've written. Lost Boys is sad. pedophiles, there should be a law to get rid of them on the spot.,, Thank you Linda for reading my words Xo's ;}
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Date: 4/27/2013 5:43:00 PM
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Date: 4/26/2013 11:56:00 AM
Such an interesting piece. I read it several times... I was facinated by every where it took you and the images you presented.
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Date: 4/25/2013 11:33:00 PM
This is a perfect write my Mistress. Thanks to have considered my little pen.... I have mailed those poems to your mail.... Well done~ A.O
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Date: 4/25/2013 8:50:00 PM
An interesting piece and so well constructed. Writers block and the struggles to express yourself and free the soul, such great topics and delt so well capturing the darkness and depression.
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Date: 4/22/2013 7:19:00 AM
This is exactly how I feel. Having to one to confide in, not being able to express myself here, I would drown in the deepness of my sorrows. This is the greatest form of expression. Once our words are taken, we die! Thank you for an amazing piece. I loved it!!!
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