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Convert to poetry

  1. blican468 profile image60
    blican468posted 4 years ago via iphone

    Interlock my attention captivate my ears with sweet melodies of writing . Compel to the public with thesis of your very own inner beliefs

    1. ajwrites57 profile image88
      ajwrites57posted 4 years ago in reply to this

      Hard to resist such a request! big_smile

  2. Ben Evans profile image74
    Ben Evansposted 4 years ago

    Like a good man he started out true
    straight as a board and
    all brand new
    Its all just a illusion.

    The wind bends and shapes his attitude
    The dust he breathes pierces his lungs
    A chip off the old block is crude
    So be it there is no prejudice.

    No shape is taken out of kindness or respect
    it is spread along the vast space
    as the trees sing a song in circumspect
    the wind blows out of bitterness.


    Looking for a peace
    is wasted side by side with a friend
    He asked someone if he were to cease
    “Would you kill someone”?

    The bell shook and did ring
    and the thought is often how just bad it is
    The angels did not sing
    Yet he heard their aria.

    So the noose is woven fiber
    that is drawn tight until
    it cracks the back of the skull.
    That’s all happens when he turn his head.

    Yet he is just a twisted thorn.
    blown into the bush which carried him
    like a dry hardened plant
    which travels with the wind along the path.

    To stick in the one whose likely
    arrogance has saved no ones sole
    yet infection is called unfair
    but it is what it is.

    A long sense
    causes death not of insignificance
    but of being unaware.
    The ones who wept

    did not care.
    They ate a well digested dinner
    and carried on
    after the funeral’s show ended.

    The wings spread against the sky
    as the clouds split the sun and the moon.
    A man once bound
    is free to roam.

    1. ajwrites57 profile image88
      ajwrites57posted 4 years ago in reply to this

      Remind's me of  "The Good, the Bad and the Ugly"!  :cool

  3. ajwrites57 profile image88
    ajwrites57posted 4 years ago

    The winter 's frozen wind binds me in its icy grip.
    Spring's first robin, stiff, unmoving on the path.
    The wind's howl of desparation echoes in winter's caves.
    The rigid season's grasp holds long,
    unmoved as the sun strugggles against it,
    unable to break through the frozen sky.

    1. ajwrites57 profile image88
      ajwrites57posted 4 years ago in reply to this

      I have not having spellcheck here...yikes

  4. ahorseback profile image43
    ahorsebackposted 4 years ago

    there is a place within the human heart
    that only a poet see's
    It's shaded there from all light
    the hardest one to please

    Is one line ever enough
    the voice speaks for no ones ears
    It could be a slowly leaking soul
    developing through the years

    Yet either or yes  and thats just the
    way it goes ?
    The poet goes down but alone
    in loves final throws

    1. ajwrites57 profile image88
      ajwrites57posted 4 years ago in reply to this

      Nice! big_smile

 
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