#mymuse - Hello Poetry

A wholesome tongue is a tree of life It brings hope and joy to light It shields from harm and danger It is a balm of healing; medicine to the soul A wholesome tongue resuscitates to consciousness It makes hope to come alive. A rash tongue kills the soul. It is brutal and cruel. Tearing to pieces the layers of the heart Planting the seed of discord and strife. The tongue is a subtle part of our members Yet it shapes minds and destinies It boasts of outstanding results It plants seeds that last for ages without end It tears and builds simultaneously It makes one feeble and empowers another Vigour and might lie with it. It shatters, shapes and sharpens minds and hearts alike.

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Aug 24, 2025

Aug 24, 2025 at 12:29 PM UTC

adaeze-success

'THE WHOLESOME TONGUE'

A wholesome tongue is a tree of life It brings hope and joy to light It shields from harm and danger It is a balm of healing; medicine to the soul A wholesome tongue resuscitates to consciousness It makes hope to come alive. A rash tongue kills the soul. It is brutal and cruel. Tearing to pieces the layers of the heart Planting the seed of discord and strife. The tongue is a subtle part of our members Yet it shapes minds and destinies It boasts of outstanding results It plants seeds that last for ages without end It tears and builds simultaneously It makes one feeble and empowers another Vigour and might lie with it. It shatters, shapes and sharpens minds and hearts alike.

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How oddly romanticized the word "muse" has become For my muses have been nothing but vexing and dumb

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Feb 11, 2019

Feb 11, 2019 at 1:40 PM UTC

runninsloth

My muse.

How oddly romanticized the word "muse" has become For my muses have been nothing but vexing and dumb

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A beautiful being close by Told me once clear but shy Things I write are not as dry Bring feelings to laugh and cry A beautiful soul painted mine A picture, I still look inside till nine Green leaves and bright sunshine Filled with joy when we wine and dine A beautiful human, my muse My inspiration, my blues The melody sung and flowed This spark that ever glowed My hands on the pen to mindless freedom My muse, the reason Red cheeks and emotions amused To this beautiful angel my unpaid dues I feared then none in times dark and confused Since you were there close by with me my beautiful muse

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Feb 7, 2019

Feb 7, 2019 at 6:24 AM UTC

amuba

My muse

A beautiful being close by Told me once clear but shy Things I write are not as dry Bring feelings to laugh and cry A beautiful soul painted mine A picture, I still look inside till nine Green leaves and bright sunshine Filled with joy when we wine and dine A beautiful human, my muse My inspiration, my blues The melody sung and flowed This spark that ever glowed My hands on the pen to mindless freedom My muse, the reason Red cheeks and emotions amused To this beautiful angel my unpaid dues I feared then none in times dark and confused Since you were there close by with me my beautiful muse

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The Man sitting in the chair... colourful jacket...funky... The one you call 'Professor'.... He's not a saint, He's made mistakes.. He's as stubborn as they come, Pompous,arrogant,ambitious... Maybe a millionaire...maybe not.... But He's priceless to me. And while He's there... please bear in mind, He'll drive you to despair... He'll flirt...He'll joke... He'll smile that perfect smile... But He'll help...He's generous... Sweet.... He's totally aware of his faults... and proud of what he's achieved... And that makes him so human... Handle him with care... But beware, He's my Muse...Mine only... So,strange woman,don't you go stroking his jacketed arm... Not unless you can be Me, the one that creates ballads on Him... Paws off... He's priceless to me...

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Jun 16, 2017

Jun 16, 2017 at 1:40 AM UTC

juhi-2

Possessive

The Man sitting in the chair... colourful jacket...funky... The one you call 'Professor'.... He's not a saint, He's made mistakes.. He's as stubborn as they come, Pompous,arrogant,ambitious... Maybe a millionaire...maybe not.... But He's priceless to me. And while He's there... please bear in mind, He'll drive you to despair... He'll flirt...He'll joke... He'll smile that perfect smile... But He'll help...He's generous... Sweet.... He's totally aware of his faults... and proud of what he's achieved... And that makes him so human... Handle him with care... But beware, He's my Muse...Mine only... So,strange woman,don't you go stroking his jacketed arm... Not unless you can be Me, the one that creates ballads on Him... Paws off... He's priceless to me...

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Have you forgotten how this works We get off in one big **** You can not put me off for later By then I will have become a fable You must write when I command On this fact I squarely stand Even when sleep tries to steal you away In your brain I still romp and play I will make your tired body get up and write For your brain is not that tight The words will leak right out You know that fact without a doubt I know how important I am to you So what I say, you will do You will always do as I choose For you can't live with out your muse

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Jan 13, 2017

Jan 13, 2017 at 10:58 PM UTC

Pauline_Morris

My muse

Have you forgotten how this works We get off in one big **** You can not put me off for later By then I will have become a fable You must write when I command On this fact I squarely stand Even when sleep tries to steal you away In your brain I still romp and play I will make your tired body get up and write For your brain is not that tight The words will leak right out You know that fact without a doubt I know how important I am to you So what I say, you will do You will always do as I choose For you can't live with out your muse

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Your cries outside my window cradles my ear. Sweet Eden in your parade I see so clear. The blissful potion dancing in this breeze I breathe it in. Each drop you bring, release within my sanguine.

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Jun 24, 2016

Jun 24, 2016 at 5:23 AM UTC

abeautifulSky

Rain

Your cries outside my window cradles my ear. Sweet Eden in your parade I see so clear. The blissful potion dancing in this breeze I breathe it in. Each drop you bring, release within my sanguine.

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i like writing you poetry - at 2 am, night lights glowing through rain streaked windows, i listen to the city and wish you'd listen to me. i like writing you poetry - angsty little love notes where every word betrays the cool countenance i otherwise wear on my face when we're warring with our words but teasing with our tongues. i like writing you poetry - it's where i can tell you the stories that belong to the dead of the night and the dead of my heart. i like writing you poetry - because it's the only way i can tell you that i love you without you ever having to know.

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Oct 9, 2015

Oct 9, 2015 at 4:01 AM UTC

sanchkay

i like writing you poetry.

i like writing you poetry - at 2 am, night lights glowing through rain streaked windows, i listen to the city and wish you'd listen to me. i like writing you poetry - angsty little love notes where every word betrays the cool countenance i otherwise wear on my face when we're warring with our words but teasing with our tongues. i like writing you poetry - it's where i can tell you the stories that belong to the dead of the night and the dead of my heart. i like writing you poetry - because it's the only way i can tell you that i love you without you ever having to know.

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