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There are thoughts that seem to leave me
In a distant sort of mind
Ideas that seldom seem to fit
With others of their kind

Like dreams we never finish
Or the stories we never tell
Like all the ones that’s left me wondering
At the end do never fail

And the words that find me wandering
Through the idleness there is in rhyme
Or seeking perhaps, a prose’s ponderance
in search of perfect time

Or weavings woven wondrously
In seamless thread is sown
That’s kept within a sulking heart
Whose beauty’s never known

And the wordings of a wounded one
Of their discord and discontent
That’s wound around about their anger
Where their brooding souls are bent

And the pleas that seem to plague us
From those now trodden down
Whose journey sought to find the truth
In lies their findings bound

To leave us all in desperate need
Our weavings, worded want
To heal our wounds from which we bleed
And free these thoughts that haunt.

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words

Contributed by wordsy on Wednesday, 8th August 2007 @ 07:53:03 PM in AEST
Topic: MiscPoems

There are thoughts that seem to leave me
In a distant sort of mind
Ideas that seldom seem to fit
With others of their kind

Like dreams we never finish
Or the stories we never tell
Like all the ones that’s left me wondering
At the end do never fail

And the words that find me wandering
Through the idleness there is in rhyme
Or seeking perhaps, a prose’s ponderance
in search of perfect time

Or weavings woven wondrously
In seamless thread is sown
That’s kept within a sulking heart
Whose beauty’s never known

And the wordings of a wounded one
Of their discord and discontent
That’s wound around about their anger
Where their brooding souls are bent

And the pleas that seem to plague us
From those now trodden down
Whose journey sought to find the truth
In lies their findings bound

To leave us all in desperate need
Our weavings, worded want
To heal our wounds from which we bleed
And free these thoughts that haunt.

Copyright Â© wordsy ... [ 2007-08-08 19:53:03]
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Re: words (User Rating: 1 )
by endlesspath on Wednesday, 8th August 2007 @ 09:57:46 PM AEST
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what words of wisdom. your writes are leaving me with so many thoughts of so many things.

endless

Re: words (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Wednesday, 8th August 2007 @ 11:13:37 PM AEST
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"And free these thoughts that haunt"

now THERE is a last line with potency!!! Wow wordsy. This
was brilliant. And very well said. The mind of a poet ... you
certainly captured that here. I stand impressed, my friend.
I have yet to read anything of yours that I did not fully enjoy
and relish!

Perfectly ... worded. :)

~Breezy

Re: words (User Rating: 1 )
by Dom on Thursday, 9th August 2007 @ 04:29:14 AM AEST
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I agree with Breezy, that last line in particular is stunning! Poets write for so many different reasons: catharsis, to entertain, in memory, in love, as a necessity... the list goes on. You have captured so many different threads in this poem, but for me it was the ideas in stanzas one, two and seven that were most relatable.
Wonderful poem, words are powerful indeed!

Take care,
Dom

Re: words (User Rating: 1 )
by forgotten_poet on Saturday, 25th August 2007 @ 01:27:02 PM AEST
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good poem.
i like the way its worded
thanks for you comment on my poem by the way.

forgotten_poet

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