Poem of Times

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
what are my poems about? A worthless being? Or, something that screams with pain..

Submitted: March 15, 2010

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Submitted: March 15, 2010

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Poem Of Times

I write this poem,

with words not of sadness,

Nor happiness.

Its worthless words,

That come from the heart.

Flowing freely as my hands go across the paper.

No one cares what they say,

Or how they are written.

My poems don’t scream,

Nor cry.

They just rhyme with words of the same meaning.

But that doesn’t mean,

That life is a lifeless being.

My poems are poems of joy,

Not sadness.

They work well as my hands flow across paper…

By: AWonderfulWhisper

 

 


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