I know it’s a bit lame, but here I stay,
Hoping for a nod, a word, some say.
Responses to my poems, thin but kind,
They bring a warmth, a solace to my mind.
In every comment, human touch I find,
A thread that weaves me closer to mankind.
It's not much, yet it keeps my spirit bright,
My daily dose of human touch each night.
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crypticbard (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: and now for a bit of confessional poetry, not necessarily autobiographical nor an exposé of anyone else for that matter.
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Comments6
I feel the same way Cryptic Poems are therapy for me, as well as a social release and an exercise for the mind very nicely stated
It seems to put the “social” in the media… sociable interactions, perhaps? 🙂
Hear Hear - precisely.👍(to both of you..)
🙂
Gotta love humans. In fact some of my best friends are almost human.Nice poem
As are mine! And being the tiniest bit human with them makes the day👍🏻
I may not always understand but always appreciate
Cheers mate 👍🏻
Its what makes the world go round .. and wot makes all the effort seem worthwhile ..
When something’s worth it, it hat makes the world spin another turn 👍🏻
Your words touch our heats arqios, may ours touch yours.
Andy
Thanks Andy 🙏🏻
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