For anyone that wants to write, has written, or be inerestuhd.
This is not a competition. Even an underlying one. This is good art and the not-so.
Poems are sometimes hard to the point of abandonment. Sometimes they sparkle from your fingertips like the best vampire books ever written!!!!1!!!1! Most times you flush them.
I'm trying to get back into wording, and I'm all about condensing essence. Often to the point of obscurity which shoots me in the foot. I thought I'd hold a ten minute gun to my temple to coax a plop out.
Poem up, Peeps.
Rules: None, but for your own good try to keep it under 10 mins and make it mean something
TO YOU. You can always go back and spend ten years making it mean something to nobody.
The following is what I came up with. Yes, I borrowed. No finger pointing here, just jam it out for 10 minutes and sail that little paraffin coated sailboat.
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Pierian
Tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow,
Thus bleeds the lesser lights of the sun.
Whether ‘tis nobler is not the answer
Until ragged deeds be done.
We choke through the lights of day,
Only to submit ourselves
To opulent farce,
And deadly plunder awaits
To those that overseek.
We must awaken, and by awakening I mean
To sleep anew, remembering what’s forgotten
And to spike the spring again.
Issue forth.
This is not a competition. Even an underlying one. This is good art and the not-so.
Poems are sometimes hard to the point of abandonment. Sometimes they sparkle from your fingertips like the best vampire books ever written!!!!1!!!1! Most times you flush them.
I'm trying to get back into wording, and I'm all about condensing essence. Often to the point of obscurity which shoots me in the foot. I thought I'd hold a ten minute gun to my temple to coax a plop out.
Poem up, Peeps.
Rules: None, but for your own good try to keep it under 10 mins and make it mean something
TO YOU. You can always go back and spend ten years making it mean something to nobody.
The following is what I came up with. Yes, I borrowed. No finger pointing here, just jam it out for 10 minutes and sail that little paraffin coated sailboat.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Pierian
Tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow,
Thus bleeds the lesser lights of the sun.
Whether ‘tis nobler is not the answer
Until ragged deeds be done.
We choke through the lights of day,
Only to submit ourselves
To opulent farce,
And deadly plunder awaits
To those that overseek.
We must awaken, and by awakening I mean
To sleep anew, remembering what’s forgotten
And to spike the spring again.
Issue forth.
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