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Neopoet Weekly Contest 04/21/24 to 04/27/24

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POETS

Paupers of the written word
misunderstood, neglected,
the poet beats a lonely path
to tell his tales, dejected.

Ripped deep from out his tortured soul
bare thoughts wing home to roost.
On pages strewn with errors,
that hang him as a noose.

Do written words bring peace of mind?
Raise spectres of his fears?
Do they bring comfort, set him free?
Ne'er in a million years.

About This Poem

Review Request Intensity: I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back

Editing Stage: Editing - rough draft

About the Author

Country/Region: Isle of Wight United Kingdom

Favorite Poets: Poe

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Comments

I thought...

at first, that this was going to be a loose and ragged piece; but when I read it aloud, I found that it flowed pretty smoothly.
Surprise, surprise; it seems that all is not as it seems! Well done sir. ~ Geez.
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Thank You

Thanks Geez. I like poetry to flow and rhyme and generally try for that. It seems to me it is easier to draw the reader in. Alex

Dear Alex,

After reading this two times over, both aloud and silently, I have to agree with Geezer!

*hugs, Cat

Hello Cat

Thanks Cat, Just one edit I shall make. Alex,

POETS

Hello, Alex,
This poor poet soul - I feel the trials and the torment.
Thank you!
L
(I do wonder about the word "peace" used closely in the same stanza.)

Hello L

Thanks L. On reflection I think you are right about "peace". How does.
"Do they bring comfort, set him free". read? Alex

Hello, Alex,

That flows really well. Wonderful!
L

Hello Alex.

Well done sir. I enjoyed the content of the poem as well as the meter and flow.

The trials and tribulations of the poet well said. Thank you! - Will