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I came, saw, and conquered bunt in the end had second thoughts.
Through all that time I lost friends and family, but many of those hands kept me afloat. As I came, I lived like there was no tomorrow, but tomorrow came.
I saw, a want to be heroine but just a plain Jane.
I conquered, as it was an outcast pick last, surprised them all.
But with all the fame and fortune, in the back of my mind said,” it was worth it I think?”
For I was and now I am not
Poetry is a blank canvas
From the start, you'll be nervous.
Remember, it's about creativity,
And styles and individuality.

Let your inner voice paint
Try your best even if you can't.
Some will be like a blurry picture
And some will even lack structure.

Some will turn up so beautiful
And some will be very wonderful.
Just choose the right color line
And let your muse shine.

Talk to it like a pretty lady
Even if it appears ugly.
Make each and every line thine,
Make it slay beyond the borderline.

Appreciate it in the morning,
Worship it in the evening.
Do it daily or do it hourly,
Do it weekly or do it monthly.

Water it like a flower
Give your words power.
Roll it like Snoop does his joints,
And smoke it like weekend's blunts.


©IvanBrooksPoetry
23/8/2018
Whatever you write as poetry, be it likable or acceptable..it's yours.
Riches begot with credit stock
Power bestowed with golden crown
Glory bequeathed with laurel wreath
Marriage beseeched with diamond ring

I hold you 'til the morning dew
Slight modification to my preceding poem with essentially the same meaning, but it changes the tone from pessimistic to optimistic.
Riches begot with credit stock

Power bestowed with golden crown

Glory bequeathed with laurel wreath

Marriage beseeched with diamond ring

All things beheld 'til evening red
 Aug 2018 Brandon Conway
Yggy
--bob
 Aug 2018 Brandon Conway
Yggy
There's this particular palette of feeling I lost, and now must be satisfied to watch dry.
The tools that created you
are capable of destroying you.
Working on the Gala free-verse! ^-^
Lyn ***
 Aug 2018 Brandon Conway
Cné

My mind to frolic, with words of Frost
Slides between and then is lost

Drifting ‘round to fellows long
My thirst is deep; desires strong

Filled with all that Maya says
Flits in and out my meddling head

And ah, when Pablo speaks of love
My heart's aflutter with pure white doves

Around the beat, who else but Poe
A deep dark place I've come to know

I stop to ponder the words worth
As if I've nursed them from their birth

I settle to hear the rambling brook
Where Gwendolyn baits my eager hook

Then ‘long comes Oscar, running wild
I listen like an eager child

When Langston paints his colored hues
His canvas fills my point of view

Not just the finest spinning me
To this state of flux and reverie

For verses drift from near and far
Forever reaching for the stars

Feeding on the gentle night
I languish in the word's delight

Finding rhyme from ‘neath the skin
The place where passion's settled in

To fill my cup, appease my soul
Till hunger's sated, fat and whole

The empty space behind my eyes
Is filled with life's sweet lullabies

And when at last, I lay to rest
I'm filled with cadence of the best

Sleeping in a silent forest
night sky come and swallow me whole
I promise I won't protest
These stars may fill my tired soul
And these trees, oh, how I love thee
Lush and green, dark and eerie
This is where I long to be
Here is where I'd never be weary
I put my life onto the earth
Dig myself a hole for a bed
This is where lies all lifes worth
Here everything is, I miss nothing I haven't had

Roots may pervade me, leafs shall cover
And in my stead another will grow
I will dissolve in the arms of my last lover
And of all misfortune it will never speak nor will it show

On new branches my soul will hang
until another
Some say that freedom is
Wild emotion
Animal lust
Running through the forest
With no shoes
No words
Then none who is free
Can say what freedom is

Some say that freedom is
Language
Logic
Rising above emotions
On the wings of the mind
Then none who is free
Knows what freedom feels like

I say that freedom is
The ability to choose
Between these states of mind
At will
Or even
To combine them

Only then can we truly understand
Freedom
Only then will our whole soul be
Free
And know what it feels like to
Fly
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