I wrote a poem for all drama women but it isn't very good. I'm a bit put out by it. I've been trying to make it better but it's a hard road, especially when I only care about it when I'm drunk. Any poets here have some tips?
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I wrote a poem for all drama women but it isn't very good. I'm a bit put out by it. I've been trying to make it better but it's a hard road, especially when I only care about it when I'm drunk. Any poets here have some tips?
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nope
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He's even a poet
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Drink more!
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I am.
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Good
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here i sit
broken hearted
tried to shit
but only farted
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i cry every tiem
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Heck yeah, thanks Marse
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if you have intentions you already failed. it should flow from your love of beauty itself, directly. it should speak of large beauty but more importantly of small beauty that goes unseen. momentary and passing things that can only live long in memory
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Correct!
Sweet wind, beauty too delicate to hear
That softly speaks in the whispering leaves
Silence that strikes as if lending an ear
To wishing comets, you summer night breeze.
Bright star, the beauty eluding my eyes
Laying dormant beneath the winter freeze
Dark ice that cries as you let your sun rise
Dance through the sky with your elegant ease.
Wild flower, beauty unkempt, unknown
Precious paradox, you lone fallen tree
So, too, orchids bloom when growing alone
For no one to hear, for no one to see.
The radiance that lights my screen:
My muted muse, my Drama Queen.
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beautiful
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