Poetry Is Pain Poem by Nvisible 2Luv
Poetry Is Pain
Poetry is pain
And what a poet I am
No love in my life
So a pen is in my hand.
Scribbling out life's misery
In paradoxical romantic prose
Grappling so many thorns
Never to smell a rose.
So sweet are the rhymes
So bitter is their source.
So smooth is the rhythm
So jagged is its course.
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wow! I love this one. I hope you are not talking about me lol. What a great short poem. ''And what a poet I am No love in my life So a pen is in my hand. Scribbling out life's misery''
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/25/2024 3:30:11 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Love and pain! With the problems of life; however, hope lies ahead of you. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.