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So, this isn't really a poem,
More of just a post.
I'm looking for 300 poets,
New or old,
To write a line.
For a 300 poet poem.
I have one so far,
I'm in need of 299 more.
I don't know if people read my edits to these, but I just wanted to you you all know, you're in such harmony with fellow poets, you're rhyming. :)
Also, feel free to submit more than one line!
I think it'd be a cool thing to try out. Let me know if you guys are interested.
If you would like to participate, write up a line for the poem and private message it to me. Make sure to include your name or pen name in the email that way I can credit you. I will arrange the lines in a way that makes sense to read.
Thanks guys.
Name of the poem is pending if you guys have ideas let me know, please forward this to anyone who you'd think would be interested, I want to make this a real thing.
Love knows
No; not so —used to express negation, dissent, denial, or refusal
Bounds so don't
Try; to make an attempt at —often used with an infinitive
To give it some.
Actually dictionary definitions of these words. Merriam-Webster if anyone is wondering.
rain on my drive home
rain in my soul
a little quietness
a little rock n' roll

no one important
midnight's broken toll
i sometimes wonder
if she could make me whole

rain came down came rain
take a little stroll
i'm alone again
dailiness is my goal

         Goooooooooal!
So empty
So hollow
Yet still wishing
On the impossible to happen

Perhaps one day
Before years take their toll
And my hair turns grey
I will get to enjoy the lights

Soft glows in the night
A single color among them
A simple walk
Hand in hand

Ah yes
What a dream
The impossible is
What an upsetting time of night
to rid myself of all the memories I’ve locked safely away
in my closet.
Y'know when you can't sleep and decide to do a deep dive into your past? Yeah...
I cry in the rain
So the tears look the same
While blurring the stain
Helping to hide the shame
From the masculinity
Attached to my name
Who's to blame?
Society?
Maybe,
But it just adds to the pain
That follows the grain
Of this hardened exterior
I can no longer maintain

©2024
Sometimes
I feel
Like my words
Are just flavor text
There's a concept in trading card games, where cards will have 'flavor text' at the very bottom of the card. Each piece is a great window into the story of the game, if you read it.
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