I have thought of death many times, experienced it in my incomplete rhymes
I've heard it in meter's missing heartbeat, felt it when a stanza was incomplete
My muse a cold mortician, left my corpse deaf and dumb creativity gone numb
Watered with tears poems unread, cried for lost lines of meaning shed
Somewhere under rubble of words I've buried, poetic babies miscarried
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Author:
sorenbarrett (
Online) - Published: May 23rd, 2025 03:25
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This is strong and emotional. It shows the pain of losing creativity in a powerful way. The images used—like poems being buried or lost—are clear and moving. It feels very real and honest.
This is a sobering piece.There is a touch of sadness at the fact that some poems are regarded as imperfect and in fact dead. But really you have to trust your audience.they will see things you never thought were there. This is a powerful poem that made me think.Well done
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