Flying Lemming

Rookie - 95 Points (England)

The 'Poem A Day' Project - Day 53 - Poem by Flying Lemming

I was outside the pub with paper and pen
Ready to jot down a poem when
I noticed something odd happen there
As I looked around my chair
Other pieces of paper came out
And pens were dotted all about
And others were starting to jot down ideas
All lost in their worlds of hopes and fears
It seems that writing is infectious
Maybe because it always lets us
Explore all thoughts or feelings that
Would normally just be left flat
The glorious thing about poetry
Is it’s open to anyone and completely free


Comments about The 'Poem A Day' Project - Day 53 by Flying Lemming

  • (5/13/2009 1:27:00 AM)

    haha...it is free alrite..well done (Report)Reply

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  • john tiong chunghoo (9/29/2007 2:21:00 AM)

    yes, and very therapeutic. every doctor should recommend it to troubled patients (Report)Reply

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  • Colin J... (9/29/2007 2:12:00 AM)

    it’s open to anyone and completely free...
    You said it all.
    Great write...
    Colin J...
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Poem Submitted: Saturday, September 29, 2007

Poem Edited: Tuesday, April 12, 2011


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