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Jul 24, 2012
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Tinge
That entire one wants to see
must be beautiful,
colorful, spectacular too
a tinge of beauty
lips thin
eyes blue
rosy cheeks
wow a dimple too
a tint
of all that is desirous
of a feline you,
a smile
a cheer with a whiskyness, about you
your thoughts of ecstasy and love so true
a trace of every thing
those have you,
is all that what most of us want
to have of you
just a tinge!
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
Comments
weirdelf
12 years 12 months ago
oh! My mouth open with avid appreciation
"When she was good she was very very good,
when she was bad she was horrid"
You are a complex and beautiful poet at your best and I am deeply grateful that you persist.
"You're a better man than I am, Gunga Din"
loved
12 years 12 months ago
you are the bestest here we all know frnd Jess missed uuuuuuuuuu
You are a complex and beautiful poet
at your best ...(RARELY THOUGH)
and
I am deeply grateful that you persist....HAHAHAAHH... EXIST YOU MEAN ....Jess...
"You're a better man than I am,
allah din ... why gangaaaaaaa???
weirdelf
12 years 12 months ago
Well, I know I am very good
and the bad of the worst.
The idea of expressing words to their utmost capability is my being.
Track me. I haven't written a good poem in a long time. I lost confidence in my ability to write poetry, because I thought I became dysfunctionally insane. And took psyche drugs that put cotton wool in my head and lost confidence in my ability. I still had the ability to help others, but that means nothing when I couldn't write good poetry. I feel lost. Felt lost. Maybe I will write some good poetry soon. Not maybe, I will. I lost my sense of my self. I lost the ability to love, have passion and write with passion and meaning.
I thought, in my lack of self confidence that I could not write poetry of value.
But it is coming back.
The nature of Jess is irrepressible.
loved
12 years 12 months ago
shall revert on your discourse ... a bit later..
sometimes in haste
we waste....
out of my thousands
I can't find a dozen
but I'm striving for
just 51
when will this accomplishment be done
can i ask someone