She sits alone, curtains sometimes drawn
her door is locked
not even the birds come to flock
she has a snake, of course its fake
she sits there hoping someday it will wake?
what’s made her hide withdrawn from life?
she once was a talented poetess
see, the words of others played on her mind
she had so much baggage
and could no longer find
the road that led to poetry
she listened to others
but they were wrong
green eyed monsters
they wanted her gone
now she’s alone
but, her mind still has the power
to write poetic songs
the beauty that’s inside her
she no longer wants to share
she’s closed the door on poetry
it’s left her in despair
but locked inside, never to be heard
Just seems like such a crime
no one gave her a chance
she sits alone and cries
only she can hear the music
she stands alone to dance
writing poems and fables
in a poetry ridden trance
unsure of how to break the spell
in hope someday, someone will care
it's such a loss and so unfair
this talented poetess, will die there.
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Teddy.15 (
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- Category: Reflection
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A powerful poem, Teddy. I can really relate. I'm not generally a sensitive guy but when it comes to my writing, any criticism can really sting. I am like an over-protective parent when it comes to my stories and poems. This was a great write.
Thank you dear Tom our writing even if it isn't written from experience is still our thoughts and of course these thoughts written onto paper and shared with the world are indeed at least important to us. Thank you 💝
this a rare view of how cruel human nature can be towards its own human spirit. Let every pen be free to write as it sees fit. A beautiful poem Teddy, but for you dear poet, that's just a walk in the park. 😉👍
Awe, dearest A.P last year I was offered a publishing deal if I paid for it, doesn't make much sense to pay for my own work but I guess each to their own. Thank you for hour really kind words. Biggest of hugs 🤗
Yes, I too have had that offer before, but I sensed a bit of dishonesty in the offer, so I declined also. 🫂
This somehow created so much resonance as if something went in chorus…
My dearest Spills, so wonderful to see you, maybe one day it could be a song. ❤️ Thank you.
Sure it will be…dearest teddy
so many would be poets .. so little time for so many of them ..
Biggest of hugs to you my darling Nev. ❤️
Every poem contains a thought, and every thought is a precious thing to share. If it is snubbed, or quashed, it is the
perpetrators who do this, that are the poorer for it. This is the whole package, beautifully versed wrapped in a wonderfully emotive picture. Lovedit!
Thank you so much dear Bella, I look forward to your wonderful reviews each time. So very kind as always ❤️
Beautiful and vulnerable. Great write Teddy. Reminds me of Emily Dickinson.
Immensely honoured dear Tom. Thank you. 🤗
Very emotive words Teddy, we all think like that sometimes but we must draw back the curtains, open the doors and windows to let the light in our lives and let our words flow into the ether for all to hear.
Andy
I often wonder how much of a poem is the poet. I write many that are not but most contain some part of me. The sadness in this poem rocks the core and urges me to shout out Do not give up, it is when the going is toughest that the peak of the mountain is near. It is out of struggles and pain that most good art is born. A lovely piece.
"only she can hear the music
she stands alone to dance
writing poems and fables
in a poetry ridden trance"
A wonderful stanza
Thank you so much dear sorenbarret your reviews are always something I too look forward to recieving 🌹
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