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  >> Static Item >> Poetry >> Inspirational >> ID #1270996  |   Show DetailsPrinter Friendly Page Tell A Friend
That Feeling
A friend asked me to describe what writing poetry was like, so I wrote this for him.
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I've had a feeling
Somewhere deep inside
For quite some time
A feeling I can't describe

I want to let it go
I want to let it flow
I want to watch the magic happen
I want to watch the beauty bloom

There's something inside of me
That won't be set free
That can't get the picture in clear
It's a painful attribute

The words are so close
The rhythm is just out of reach
Why can't I touch it
Why can't I breathe it

The desire is so strong
But it stays harbored
Within the heart there is safety
There is a lock to be picked

Had I not swallowed the key in selfishness
The words would be music of my soul
Rather then the painful cry to replace the tears
My wings are broken and unable to take flight

I close my eyes and search
Calling that perfect phrase
Those subtle images
The purest emotions

They come to me by night
Carried by the gentle breezes
Dancing in the moonlight
And onto paper


A silent whisper
A tearful cry
The sound of a heart breaking
Written in ink

Engraved by pain
Filled with revenge
Recalled in doubt
Spoken with hope

So many things to feel
Overwhelming emotions
Being pushed away
Pulling others towards the light

We're back to the beginning
Back to the paper and ink
Back to the simplest thought
Back to the sleepless nights

It must be released
It can't stay there any longer
Trying to sleep isn't working
It won't be ignored any further

They are secret confessions
Prayers that needed to be prayed
Wishes finally being murmured
Infernos erupting at being suppressed for far too long

Thus is the life of a poet
Poetry is the music of our hearts
The blood running through our veins
It's our way of life

Let the rhythm engulf you
Release your desires and thoughts
No one can condemn you now
Set your heart and soul free at last
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