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Jun 23, 2012

Sometimes, at times...

Sometimes, at times
there's a feeling
at the bottom most pit
in ones form
why do we compose?
and
expect others to repose,
faith in what one does say,
poetry is just a manner to display,
the nuances of the innermost
depths of one's own conflict,
why upon others our misery
do we have to inflict?

yet the emotional surges
pangs of desire to be read
with a heart beat to raise
and showered a praise,
such a feeling exists in every artful one
of that neither you nor I
is an exception...

About This Poem

Style/Type: Free verse

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: ROU

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Comments

Ian.T

Ian.T

12 years 10 months ago

Quickly there this is a reason to write then after this has been reviewed the writing must flow.. La La..
You lost me on this bit it doesn't go into my perfect mind lol:-

readers’ minds are as sore
as mine and of course your
of that one ought to be quite sure
yet the emotional surge
pangs of disarray

Just ?????, Yours Ian.T young Bard

loved

loved

12 years 10 months ago

even I knew
what cock i was composing
but was too sleepy
and
knew my frnd would do the needful
and here you do the rightful
at times speed kills
even poets mentally still
others get some thrill

i have removed it

Esker

Esker

12 years 10 months ago

in the passing of tumultous time
the lesser known works sometimes
rise like cream Loved

Here I sit at the computer
How I long for the simple days of typewriter
ribbon Bottle of bourbon and a favourite woman
crashing for the day or night
with worn perfume and cigarettes

but modern ages
now I have only the computer
and am old and require less
of both

I like these pangful writes
not for perfection of crossed I's and dotted T's
but of the feeling and intent in the work

Any person can carefully go over their work
for editing The publishers and editors require this
unless one is stapling printer sheets together
and hawking them on the corner

I like the pathos within poets
the searching
the anquish
the longing

delicious emotion here Loved

Thank You

loved

You my dear Esker are

ONE in a million .

hope they give you the Nobel
rarely do poets get it

Hope you do ,if they ask me
I shall vote for you.

''''I like these pangful writes
not for perfection of crossed I's and dotted T's
but of the feeling and intent in the work''

how simplistically and beautifully put
How I wish I had
the kind of quill you wield

Regards and thanks for passing by
it gives me a space
being amongst poets,like you.

judyanne

food for thought

i like
'poetry is just a manner to display,
the nuances of the innermost
depths of one's own conflict'
- although i don't agree that that is all that poetry is...

love judy
xxx

loved

of thyself
I can only release ...a breath..
like on a window pane

Piscean

You love water
live near water
love rain
and so when you compose,
with water as your refrain
poetry will come out as
dew... then twill pour ....don't believe me
just try will you

''This universe has no beginning,
no end
that we mortals can claim knowledge of...'''
Loved

weirdelf

But never whine about it when I'm not read.

It is my responsibility as a poet to engage the reader's interest whether the content be my soul, a political agenda or just plain provocativity. What they make of the poem after that is up to them, it no longer belongs to me.

That is where you fail to be accountable my dear. It's truly up to you whether you get read or not, and get feedback or not.

Another aspect of that, within context of Neopoet, is the quality and usefulness of feedback you give to others. You might notice that even my very worst poems get a lot of feedback, it's not because I say "I like this" to a lot of poems, it's because I try to be useful.