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O, to be a poet!
To be the one to know it,
the words.
Supposedly.
Strands of incomplete tales,
spoken to the knighting-gales
never to be conceived by ears.
Endlessly.
Songs to be sung
to a shower head, and strum
to a wall. But never done.
Constantly.
Walls of silent ideas, waves
of thoughts to be craved
by other authors. Not beckoned; unwanted.
Sneakily.
Undermined by procrastination,
words never to reach their location;
the paper under the sword.
Unfortunately.
O, to be a poet!
To be the one to know it,
the words.
Supposedly.
- by The One and Only Deli |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 07/31/2008 |
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- Title: A Writer's Lament
- Artist: The One and Only Deli
- Description: Ever have one of those ideas you never put to paper? I get those a lot, then I'll forget them, and it gets frustrating. Luckily, the poem I thought of just about that subject I actually did write down, and here it is.
- Date: 07/31/2008
- Tags: ideas lost forgotten uninspired
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- HalfHorizonOfHope - 09/15/2009
- Awesome job! .... that's all I can think of to describe it!
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