Nameless_

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
Was forced to write a poem about poetry during a workshop we did at school. I just wrote the random thoughts which came into my head, and at the time I hated it. However people have told me they like it and, after heavy editing, I thought I might upload it.

Submitted: March 13, 2013

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Will approval shower these words?

Inevitable?

Or a course I have drawn;

painful and slow,

to reel in the praise?

 

Who are Gods to make the laws we find?

Who are we to choose to break them blind?

The wrath of contravention

hurls the offender,

into a pit,

to be stoned with commas.

Poorly expressed.

My apologies.

 

How can I arrange the words

when I can't arrange my thoughts?

Abysmal handwriting.

My apologies.

 

Words cannot copy thoughts.

But if they could,

they would not be found within

a Compendium of Literary Techniques.

Try another metaphor.

Just in case.

 

Words

heaped

as

un

der

with the brush of

a

casual word.

Dreams destroyed.


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