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Untitled PetrarchanWhat does the poet do when he has lost The very precious thing that keeps him sane? Age his soul and strip his meat, give him cane, And watch him weep, eaten by lonely moths. The Christian who knows not of Pentecost This sure scholar that is, to English, lame Running shadows, his head held high in shame Still quill to paper, he finds that he must Try to write with something more than just words. And to whom does the shattered work fall then When the words fall into some empty part Of the mind and metamorph to absurd Twisted spires. How does the Poet’s pen LeadUntitled Petrarchan
by ~GrayQuill
Untitled Iambic PentameterCome gather round and I’ll tell you a tale, Of a man who was once smitten with love. As all good things, he was destined to fail, For who could hold an angel from above?Untitled Iambic Pentameter
A Poet by nature, Artist by right, Though no words could paint so lonely a man. A Scholar by virtue, Lover by night, Though no sight of fallen angels began.
A masquerade, a party, and a ball Our Hero was reluctant to attend Somber, he paced, alone in haunted halls Kneeling he prayed, to God, an angel lend
And then began all his Halcyon Days God, unto him bestowed a single g
by ~GrayQuill
Emotional DedicationI am emotional Devotional Revoke, my senses Elate, So pensiveEmotional Dedication
my thoughts collide And coincide
with yours
You are the flower Of the hour Though your roots
are rotting shoots Diseases creeping up the stem and soon I will condemn Us.
I am sitting in an ocean I am moving in a motion You are drowning in self pity But don't you look so pretty Can one cry when surrounded by water, compounded Feelings.
I'll start my craft and build a raft to sail across the sea and soon I will be &nbs
by ~GrayQuill
The GuardianAmongst the twilight painted here, A silent winged being waits. Surviving them through nightly fear, Amongst the twilight painted here. Shining blade which silver eyes steer, A hand to guide to golden gate. Amongst the twilight painted here, A silent winged being waits.The Guardian
by ~GrayQuill
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poets are singers who haven't learnt to sing
musicians who haven't learned to play
they know not what it is we bring
think us priests who haven't learnt to pray.
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When Life does not find a singer to sing her heart she produces a philosopher to speak her mind.- Kahlil Gibran
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