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A poem is a vessel in which anyone can express their innermost emotions, fears, triumphs, losses,and narratives. It can serve as a cathartic activity that may reveal thoughts that were previously unknown even to the author of the poem. I know that in trying times, I have used the power of poetry to my advantage by engaging in a sort of "word vomit" onto a blank page. What are some poems that you find inspiring?
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Declining to Fail with sparks of madness wild eyes wide teeth and claws like daggers preside ripping, tearing, scraping, scratching, those claws no escape from the mightiest of jaws merciless dogs, wolf packs too much to bear caution as back of the neck standing hair blood now streaming forth, every attack standing the ground decide no looking back experiences, life’s preparedness pressed on abandonment such recklessness with calm if ever was now in the past beat, thrashed and assailed a constant harassed the scars of before with no time to heal fear of becoming surrendered last meal no calm no quiet never relax, guard full life is lessons and always learned hard for were it simple easily achieved all that surrounds isn’t there you’re deceived battles are fought dogmatic conviction affliction’s with an upheld position living or dying or dying to live suffer transgressions forgiveness to give pressing on push forward not to give in the vermin the goblin combined such kin evil to thwart to them hunting for sport out on ones own distinct lack of support to suffer, to learn, to ever prevail persistence provides solutions, declining to fail J.
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Elizabeth N. 3 years ago
That is soul-wrenching poem, yet it offers so much hope in the midst of the suffering. I absolutely love it.
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We never know how high we are till we are called to rise; and then, if we are true to plan, our statures touch the skies. ~ Emily Dickinson
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