of poetry and minds

March 2, 2018
By cami24 SILVER, Temperance, Michigan
cami24 SILVER, Temperance, Michigan
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Favorite Quote:
the Love that dare not speak its name


My poetry is nothing like my mind.
The lines, iambic, line up, beat by beat.
Each syllable placed in a slanted rhyme
With an abundance of simplicity.

On paper, every stanza makes its mark -
The message clear, the words placed in design
Of poetry, the thing we know by heart
But no reflection of the things in mind.

The mind, by contrast, fills with halves of words,
With worlds half-finished, scattered all about
The madd’ning chorus, poetry and prose
Now bursting onto paper, breaking out

Of what the poet thinks, we study close
Your English teacher asks you what they mean.
The answer, though, that quandary no one knows.
The writer, too, has things still left unseen.



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on Mar. 3 at 7:51 pm
some_dude SILVER, Brooklyn, New York
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Wowzers! What a piece! What a message to convey! And like your poem has said, this message I claimed you conveyed is still unfinished with the words you have to say.




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