Broken Sonnets
Contributed by
Obnoxious_Bread
on
Thursday, 29th April 2010 @ 06:56:41 PM in AEST
Topic:
InspirationalPoems
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His sad face looked at me from his high desk,
down at me in the direction he'd press,
and told me although, I don't want you to stress,
your verse is nothing more than mere burlesque
He told me good try kid, but you're no me.
and how was I, so weak, so fool, to see
that words from elders carry always deceit,
that new and young are feared as incomplete.
That bright spring day my poetry and wit,
were swapped for something that would better fit
in this world of un-hope and broken dreams.
no err, no scold, no fault, no scream, no tearms…
And so, set straight, I, brick in wall was fit,
and when the sun his blighted rays emit,
I overlooked the poet's corpse that rot,
a mere token, a test of faith upon my gut…
In a half lit room I stand tonight,
in nothing but weak candlelight
which I blow it out with a strong, determined gale,
ready to begin the end of this sad tale
And as I brew with verses my evil stew,
my conviction does not waiver… dammit, I would write with my blood if I had to!
blank pages I stain with ink with no referee,
remain blank, remain free
I put metal to the pedal,
the rose loses its last petal,
the weak links gave way long ago,
but until this metal is smelted I will not go!
And finally this Berlin wall gives in,
I take a step forward, venture into freedom within,
OUT! OUT!
try to rhyme THIS!
*****!
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