Old poems
not lost but alone,
pressed between pages
dark and cold.
Should I write something new, or
Perhaps revive one of these
lonesome works of old?
Is the old not new
if it's never been told?
Oh so many pieces
Only known by me,
From dusky corners of my mind
to yellowing pages unseen.
Unfinished bits of sentiment,
lovelorn lyrics and rhyme.
Lost and lonely lines,
too good to have never been set down.
How long gathering dust and
locked away.
Before final words
Are found.
Dec 28, 2024
Dec 28, 2024 at 7:15 PM UTC
Old poems
not lost but alone,
pressed between pages
dark and cold.
Should I write something new, or
Perhaps revive one of these
lonesome works of old?
Is the old not new
if it's never been told?
Oh so many pieces
Only known by me,
From dusky corners of my mind
to yellowing pages unseen.
Unfinished bits of sentiment,
lovelorn lyrics and rhyme.
Lost and lonely lines,
too good to have never been set down.
How long gathering dust and
locked away.
Before final words
Are found.
This was originally posted with the title 27 Poems
I was never quite happy with it, and it has been asking to be rewritten
ever since. LOL yes my poems talk to me doesn't everyone's.
anyway the old one is still posted here at least for awhile if your interested
check it out and give your opinion between the two.
Thanks
this is now on my you tube channel
https://youtu.be/bB_2UbDAul8?feature=shared
Completely changed again I might add Lol
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