No other poem will be born from my pain,
As I lay down my hands in the cold of shame.
The suffocated heart has killed the poetic soul,
Lyrics of my life don’t rhyme anymore.
No more teardrops wait for a knock on the door,
Lonely footsteps die away in the sea shore;
The morning blues stay till the sunset
Celebrating the pitiless death of a nameless poet…
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13 comments:
u most surely rock!! nyc job!!! keep up d gud wrk!! \m/ \m/
total <3
and yet the pain goes on....
like the silent night waiting for the light of dawn...
intutioned in this words i see...
damn wait i need to pee..
brb...
btw nice poem XD
nicely written...
@Sayan, thank you \m/
@Ayan, Lmao...what was that?
haha...great sense of humor u hav dude :P
thanks.
@quartertoinsane, thankiees ^_^
This is really a beautiful poem. :)
I love the header. (I know ive already told you that but its really cool.)
haha thanks a lot xD
it was cool...i loved it...:)
Aww..don't die little poet...
What you've written proves the poet is not all dead...:)
3rd n the last lines r painful.
But nameless poet is an innovative title for the PiXiE:)
@Angel, thank you sweets =]
@Veena, hehe...it's ironic how i make a poem about apprehending the death of the poet in me :P
thankies =]
@Ravindra, been ages since I have heard from u :O
thank you :D
You have some really unique images here.
I really liked the "Lyrics of my life don't rhyme anymore."
Good job!
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thanks a lot for stopping by and liking my work :)
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