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A Miscreant Yearns
A soul’s cry, released in words— chosen, picked, woven in quiet longing.
And there, in articulation, beauty finds its form...
The soul, unbound, bridges a gap, touching both heart and mind.
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Author:
crypticbard (Pseudonym) (
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- Published: April 23rd, 2025 04:02
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Comments8
Poetry indeed does bridge the gap between mind and heart in words. A most meta poetic statement. Loved it Cryptic
Thank you Soren; the meta is tastic ποΈππ»
It is so true that Beauty finds its form in articulation.Interesting poem. It made me think.
Good thoughts and good vibes mateποΈππ»cheers
Well done, dear poet and friend! This reads like a quiet revelationβthe kind of truth that whispers rather than shouts. I love how you show the soulβs cry not just as catharsis, but as careful craftβwords chosen, woven, and made beautiful through longing. That line about beauty finding form through articulation really struck me. You capture the heart of why we write. ππΉ Again, well done!
That is quite the privilege and honour to receive. If the poem were a living being it would be indebted to your kind regard ππ»π
You are most welcome friend.
Thanks Cheeky Missy!
Good write A.
Thanks Oπππ»
Excellent.
Thanks Thomas ποΈππ»
Such very true words arqios, those words are within us all.
Andy
Thanks Andy ποΈππ»
beautiful - and so very true
Thank you most kindly safina πππ»
most welcome
have a great weekend
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