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I believe sometimes that I was born for poetry When my mind is riddled with memories I cannot hold on to longer than sand in the palm I believe I am born for words on the tongue Not good words necessarily Not a great poet But a poet in the way of words for every situation Metaphors for a dream Hate spoken for the hatred Love told for the lover Words for the sake of words A poet by birthright A pretentious child by luck or curse A word to the wise Do not think yourself a poet Lest you forget the prose planned for a daydream or a crisis or a life Do not think yourself a poet For if one is always writing The best words may be forgotten I already have I already have forgotten them This poem fallen half from my fingers Unfinished On the tip of my tongue Born a word-user Born a poet This all will do for now The next poem comes
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Jul 19, 2025
Jul 19, 2025 at 1:32 AM UTC
A Poem Only Half Remembered
I believe sometimes that I was born for poetry When my mind is riddled with memories I cannot hold on to longer than sand in the palm I believe I am born for words on the tongue Not good words necessarily Not a great poet But a poet in the way of words for every situation Metaphors for a dream Hate spoken for the hatred Love told for the lover Words for the sake of words A poet by birthright A pretentious child by luck or curse A word to the wise Do not think yourself a poet Lest you forget the prose planned for a daydream or a crisis or a life Do not think yourself a poet For if one is always writing The best words may be forgotten I already have I already have forgotten them This poem fallen half from my fingers Unfinished On the tip of my tongue Born a word-user Born a poet This all will do for now The next poem comes
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21/NB/Scotland
Jul 19, 2025
Jul 19, 2025 at 1:32 AM UTC
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