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Author Name: FreeFireHam 2 Comments
Date Added: November 25, 2014 06:11:18 Average Score: (Needs 2)
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Type: Rhyming
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Birth of a Poem

Birth of a Poem

I awoke early, much sooner than I had the clock set.

Reluctantly, I give in, knowing that I'll catch up yet.

I wait patiently, with the thoughts in my mind.

I think, "What shall I do now to pass the time”.

I enjoy the peace I find, as the world is still asleep.

Poetic lines within my mind, slowly begin to creep.

I open a blank page and write down the first line.

Slowly words begin to flow, like sweet red wine.

One day in the not so distant future, I will find the time,

To put words to page when I want to formulate a rhyme.

For now, I indulge when I find time and feel so inclined.

To me, it's a very relaxing way of exercising my mind.

With others in mind, I always try to find some positive note.

It feels wonderful, when virtue emerges from what I wrote.

Some things, I will never know or understand.

Often, words seem written by an unseen hand.

A poet's words are like a bird with a broken wing.

They are nurtured until they can once again sing.

All a poet can do, is to write and then let the words fly.

Hope is a good thing, and no good thing shall ever die.

Sadness and despair, always abound, everywhere.

That's why I focus not, on the gloom and despair.

I like to see the good that's going on all around me.

Like a smile, it's contagious. Try it and you will see.

Harold McLelland


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Comment By: PremiumDan J. Mazurek on December 4, 2014 02:53:23 PM Report

I can never run from them so they sometime like ink running out of my pen

good picture of a poet


Comment By: FreeChristina Lynn on December 3, 2014 09:03:04 PM Report

Aaaaaah! Those sweet moments of peace when a mind can wonder uninterrupted. The freedom to think, the freedom to be still. Those are very seductive and creative moments. I long for them.

Perfect description. Wonderful poem.

Chris : )


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