For all of nine poems, now this is my tenth,
I have written, with hesitant breath
You see I’m a rookie without a writer’s past
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Let me hold your heart
But only for a second
For if it any longer
I’m certain a Lovers death
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Propped against a majestic pillar and stairs of granite
Overlooking a plush courtyard of green,
With shadows of Maple, Oak, and Pine
It fills with the souls of academia
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Take my hand, and let me lead you through the shadows,
And I will show you friendship
Take my hand, and walk by my side and let us grow together
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Velvet pools of yesterday
Sacred rhythms melting
Embrace blind eternity
Surrounding porcelain questions
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Staring between shadows of dreams
Reflections inexorably obscured
Individuality forgotten
Petrified minds within the mist
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As we walk through the hills
All plush and bright green
Sights are abound, with so many thrills
Look over there, a crisp, sparkling stream
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Walk through the hills
Plush and bright green
Sights are abound, so many thrills
crisp, sparkling stream
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In a box of nostalgic moonlight
I’ve kept memoirs of us
Moonbeams and laughter
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Rookie's Challange
For all of nine poems, now this is my tenth,
I have written, with hesitant breath
You see I’m a rookie without a writer’s past
Many a poem I have glassed
Jealous of those with the talent so dear
Living a life of great austere
Until the day my inspiration came
For now I write, no mechanics to claim
I sit and I wonder what people think of my name
As they read my words all the same
In you I look for help and to learn
For writing good poetry is something I yearn
I may not be established enough to even have the right
But I publish this challenge to you on this night.
To all who are new tell me your plight
And for those who aren't why do you write?