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Neopoet Weekly Contest 04/21/24 to 04/27/24

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POETS

Paupers of the written word
misunderstood, neglected,
the poet beats a lonely path
to tell his tales, dejected.

Ripped deep from out his tortured soul
bare thoughts wing home to roost.
On pages strewn with errors,
that hang him as a noose.

Do written words bring peace of mind?
Raise spectres of his fears?
Do they bring comfort, set him free?
Ne'er in a million years.

About This Poem

Review Request Intensity: I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back

Editing Stage: Editing - rough draft

About the Author

Country/Region: Isle of Wight United Kingdom

Favorite Poets: Poe, Swinburn, Bob Dylan, Spike Milligan, Alfred Noyes, Kipling., Many Others.

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Comments

Geezer

1 year 2 months ago

at first, that this was going to be a loose and ragged piece; but when I read it aloud, I found that it flowed pretty smoothly.
Surprise, surprise; it seems that all is not as it seems! Well done sir. ~ Geez.
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Alex Tanner

1 year 2 months ago

Thank You

Thanks Geez. I like poetry to flow and rhyme and generally try for that. It seems to me it is easier to draw the reader in. Alex

Candlewitch

1 year 2 months ago

Dear Alex,

After reading this two times over, both aloud and silently, I have to agree with Geezer!

*hugs, Cat

Alex Tanner

1 year 2 months ago

Hello Cat

Thanks Cat, Just one edit I shall make. Alex,

Lavender

1 year 2 months ago

POETS

Hello, Alex,
This poor poet soul - I feel the trials and the torment.
Thank you!
L
(I do wonder about the word "peace" used closely in the same stanza.)