In my poetry,
the words no longer rhyme.
I don’t feel poetic
and I don’t see a song
in every sight.
I keep no steady rhythm
and I don’t know
where to
break
my lines.
My thoughts aren’t transformed
into lyrical expressions
and my emotions aren’t displayed
through any meter or verse.
Letters are just letters
that build words,
and words are nothing
but a collection of letters.
How do I create anything
with real meaning
out of an empty concept?
How do I create anything
with real meaning
out of an empty life?
sometimes the Muse goes on vacation but always comes back ALWAYS !!
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Yeah, I feel this way a lot of the time. And I’m always worried I’ll never have anything else to say, but it has always come back. Hopefully this time it won’t be too long.
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I really like this poem. It’s interesting and kept my attention. Well done!
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Thank you very much!
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You’re welcome!
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Superb poetry..totally loved it
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Thank you! 🙂
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Yesterday I started the pump to drag water 25 metres up from underground. We are having a drought down here and I needed to keep some grass green. The sight and sound of the sprinkler was like poetry to me. But after an hour or so the well started to run dry so I turned off the pump. This afternoon I will try again. It sometimes take a day or two for the water to seep through the underground rocks and crevasses of the artesian well but it always comes back. You just have to learn to be patient. Down to basics, it is a good well.But during a drought my neighbours are pumping water out of theirs as well and you can’t expect everything to stay exactly how you want it to stay.
Anyway I just had to tell someone and by the way, I liked your poem!
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Patience is something I need to work on, I have this fear that in situations like that, it never will come back. I guess I’m just a pessimist at heart, haha.
But you’re right that you can’t expect everything to stay exactly how you expect it to stay. Nothing stays the same and everything is constantly changing, so expectations are often let down. The only thing you can expect is the unexpected and the only thing that will never change is that things are always changing. To some, that’s a good thing, and to others, it’s not. It all just depends on what you expected to begin with, I suppose.
And thank you!
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Relatable!
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Wow that’s how you write when you don’t feel poetic? Haha its short, relatable and kept me hooked! Good job! 😉
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Haha, sometimes I just look at my own work and think there’s no hope for it. I judge myself harshly when it comes to things like this. But thank you! I’m glad you enjoyed it 🙂
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Don’t we all? Think part of being a writer comes with that struggle you know! Like I wrote something different I’ll be like…idk if I like it…and my friend would love it. Kinda learned not to depreciate myself that much. And I did enjoy it! Thanks 😉
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I’m saddened by your last verse but I love it.
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Sometimes it just feels like there’s nothing poetic left in life to write about, if that makes sense. Thank you 🙂
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I’m sure inspiration will come to you. Until then – enjoy the silence.
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I’ve been feeling the same way lately. Depression has taken hold and my focus is absent.
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I completely understand that. Sometimes the low times bring the most in your writing, and sometimes it wipes any ability you may have away.
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That’s where I’ve been. The depression so weighted I find my mind unable to focus; my fingers too heavy to type.
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I think you answered your own question. When you feel empty, you right about emptiness. It doesn’t matter what we experience in life, some else can relate and appreciates you putting it into words. I hope the holiday season brings you brighter times!
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an empty life is just the beginning of another life yet to be filled in…
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A life is never empty when it’s filled with letters that become even a single word. Beautiful verse ❤
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So poetic, this your ‘unpoetic’ verse. I believe you are speaking for many of us. Great, intuitive piece.
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great post
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Great piece! strangely it is similar to the one I just uploaded haha! 🙂
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Beautiful..even sometimes i fathom the same stage
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Beautiful words and we all feel this way – I tend to try not to force it – but that does lead to dozens of unfinished bits! But when the time is ready – it will flow – good luck! Cheers J
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I see what you did there. 🙂
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Through Imagination *
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And yet.. such poignancy here.
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Even from replies you can have something that is poetic. Interesting mind of yours.
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this is awesome 🙂
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it’s beautiful!
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Loved this one 🙂
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As I have always said, you are very gifted. Your words carry great meaning and you are destined for great things in life.
You are, and continue to be, one of my favorite writers.
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That really means a lot to me. Thank you very much, Jarrod! 🙂
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Fill the life with worship and obedience of the LORD and GOD will send you the words you need.
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I actually found inspiration for a poem from listening to the Christian radio station the other day 🙂
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Well… you did create something. And that itself speaks of the poetess in you. 🙂
Words always come back to those who are in need of them. And to you, i believe, they shall be loyal.
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🙂 It’s a scary thing though when you feel like you have nothing else to say. But sometimes muses just step out of your view and you have to search harder than usual.
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…oh, but you do, Allison! And life is free verse, isn’t it? Not always rhyming, no fixed stanzas, no fixed metre, but yet it flows and has a meaning when you look back.
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