LOL howdy folks
as you can all prolly notice i'm still behind looking at all your lovely works, but i will get there... in the end
for those who love a bit of a challenge someone asked if i could make a poem from the magnetic poem page on this site
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the words on the tiles are changed twice a week
go check it out see what you can come up with
this one is mine
Man's hand
When poetry rhymes
or is written in lines
with paper or pen
a verse at a time
worked by a poet
staring into space
a bard rhyming his sonnet
a muse on the brink
his writing could be
remembering times
about death, life or love
and of society's shaking
to few believable sights
man's last hand turning quiet...
(the words were changed after my poem)
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Forgotten times without a belonging
Dark dreams shine for the muse
A love seen as a life of verse
became not a hope
but a world to come
written by
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Sing, my muse
As poet dreams
Consider always his
Dark hope of rhyming
Life's forgotten verse.
written by
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and what ever you do keep smiling, keep you chin up and most of all have fun
and I must add i have some very multi talented friends
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