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The Fallen Poet

(The Fallen Poet)

Shadows, fall from the east
Winter show, white meadows,
Compelling words lost, in a silent world
Beautiful, Bloomingdale is how it goes
Apocalypto-- my very own limbo
Alone in a field of corpses-
A field of men, women and broken pens, 
Images of angels fallen to their knees

A piece of space, of solitude
The sun a wasted disease
The more I prayed the worse I felt,
Lord, I came before - broken and alone

Heaven sees the secret inside
Lost I may be, yet you see
Offended me, I no longer sing
I wait till all is asleep
My ink is dry, a broken poet, with nowhere to go
Lost in the shadows of snow, frozen like ice
A sheet of paper, with no meaning, no words

My friends, my comrades, how easily one forgets

Like a game of chess, I panicked
Made all the right and wrong moves
I lost my way, staggered across
Love comes and love goes
My heart weaker than, weak
I don't know how I survived before, 
After turning the other cheek
I was no longer whole, forsaken myself endlessly 
I was lost, could not even count on myself

Guidance, I ignored no one believed what's become of me
Alone, I stood in old footsteps after falling down

At times end, I found nothing could put me back where I belong
It's time to get back on offense,
Walk through the new, refreshing old footprints


Copyright © | Year Posted 2014

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Date: 9/12/2017 1:36:00 AM
Awesomely inspiring piece friend. I love the inspiration at the dying stages of the piece.
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Date: 1/20/2017 4:05:00 AM
Great piece of writing..i can relate
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Date: 10/20/2016 10:28:00 PM
HI SKAT Ebbin here good to meet a fellow poet. You are a amazing inspirations you have 10,000's readers. I was feeling encouraged by my few readers but realise there is more to come. How long have you been writing. Your work is deep and deep sorrow which means you go to the deepth of your heart. You look very beautiful and young to be caught up with men and love it has proven to me to be a fruitless exercise with men and relationship . My best advice is to love yourself
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Date: 9/25/2016 1:36:00 AM
The imagery carries the beauty beyond the darkness of the words. Easy to feel....
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Date: 9/9/2016 7:06:00 AM
This is remarkably well-written, Skat, and also thank you for welcoming me in poetrysoup.
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Date: 8/31/2016 10:38:00 PM
I want to take time to thank you for welcoming me to poetry soup and also for commenting on my poems. I truly like the way, The Fallen Poet is written. I enjoyed reading it. You have had such an assortment of different poems and I will read each one. Thanks again and please keep up the great works.
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Date: 7/26/2016 11:42:00 PM
The Fallen poet perfectly written. I'm more than enjoyed it. When the poet was broken and all was lost of that blank piece of paper remained. Representing a new beginning. Every poet in their life feels broken has been broken. But that blank piece of paper with no meaning and no words bekins to our very Souls. After we have come to terms with our Brokenness. We Begin anew with a blank script. The Fallen poet is a poem to remember.
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Date: 6/16/2016 7:30:00 PM
Great write!...I can relate.
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Date: 6/7/2016 6:06:00 PM
Awesome poem SKAT A - I love that you write poems that are easy to relate too - and something that many of us go through also -we are creative creatures who are meant to write what we experience - It can be daunting at times - yet this journey makes us stronger even though it does not always seem so at the time. Yet being His children we go on amen - God's continued blessings to you always !!!
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Date: 5/1/2016 1:04:00 PM
Lovely. I was reminded of this quote on the visual journey you painted. "The Phoenix must burn to emerge." Rumi-
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Date: 4/10/2016 5:16:00 AM
A beautiful poem with well matched title. Entire poem is enriched with literature. An outstanding piece from ur pen.I feel very proud to add u in my fav poet list...........with love.
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Date: 2/1/2016 1:38:00 AM
'Winter show, white meadows'. Lovely stuff SKAT. Thanks for your kind comment on my poem PLAYERS. I like Fallen Poet and Secret of the Mortician. You are justifiably well read I see. Thanks again. Louis
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Date: 1/28/2016 4:01:00 PM
what can I say...without wanting to use trite words but I thought this poem was clever, draws the reader in, makes me want to read it again and again...
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Date: 1/27/2016 1:22:00 PM
Superb poem, Inspiring one SKAT, I loved it.....
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Date: 1/23/2016 7:15:00 AM
very very deep and meaningful verse ever i read and terrifyingly good message at the end dear skat as a poet you wrote this all with full time consciousness. thank you i read it.
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Date: 1/18/2016 3:25:00 AM
This is definitely a 7 for me, the words are real and relatable. A silent poet is heartbreaking
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Date: 1/9/2016 9:36:00 PM
I know this feeling, nothing but nothing shall come, luckily, only a few times. These are the times when you forget about the mind and let the heart speak. There is no greater crucible of golden words than the human heart. It shall paint you scenes that your mind would not think of. I know that the ink well shall never dry up. Your words shall always sing. A seven and a fave Skat. Your friend Vladislav.
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Date: 1/7/2016 1:55:00 AM
I love the END of this poem. sometimes we fall and break but still we find ways to mend and heal. there is always a light but at times we have to use strength, pick ourselves up and move. that what the line, "its time to get back on offense" is saying to me.
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Date: 1/6/2016 1:35:00 AM
Thanks SKAT, I have one but I guess it's too long. So I need to delete some words. Happy New Year to you as well, and I really like this poem.
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Date: 1/5/2016 12:57:00 PM
You give us a lot for the money when you write, and always it is you--there behind the words, as if you were pouring out yourself. That is the strength of your work, the active ingredient that keeps us reading. At the conclusion, one is satisfied, but has the promise that you are moving on, not just content to leave it all behind.
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Date: 1/5/2016 5:43:00 AM
Skat... great poem.. //hugs and blessings
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Date: 12/29/2015 9:19:00 AM
Genius, Skat. The subtitle speaks volumes. And my favorite line: My ink is dry, a broken poet, with nowhere to go. LOVE, LOVE, LOVE this poem. You need to do a chapbook. I'm serious.
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Date: 11/1/2015 3:46:00 PM
Hi, Skat. Hope your Halloween was fun!!
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Date: 10/21/2015 9:18:00 AM
"Like a game of chess, I panicked Made all the right and wrong moves I lost my way, staggered across Love comes and love goes My heart weaker than, weak I don't know how I survived before, After turning the other cheek I was no longer whole, forsaken myself endlessly I was lost, could not even count on myself" This is sad, yet refreshing at the same time. SKAT This is very powerful. Thank you for sharing. :) be blessed -LU
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Date: 10/20/2015 5:16:00 PM
skat , just came here to tell you that I really like your newest contest on autumn haiku. HOpe I can come up with something nice. Luv, Andrea
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