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My Poem..

Giving,

Living,

Breathing with each word..

Thinking,

Wondering,

How it all should be heard.

Say it,

Weight it,

Try to make it right

Work it,

Birth it,

Make the poem come to light.

It pains me,

Too much insanely,

The greatest pain ever known..

But all the pain I take,

All so that I can make,

My hate, my love.. my child..

My poem...

Katfather Katfather 51-55, M 7 Responses Sep 11, 2009

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I really liked that. A lot of heart went into it. Anyone who writes feels that way at times. Take care and thanks.

Thank you both

I like your poetry.

As if I'm not there,<br />
Happens when people compare;<br />
Just THAT, no me, anywhere...<br />
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(There's your Haiku, Hydra..)

Nah :) pain

I can do it even shorter: <br />
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''It''<br />
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Happy now?

D. Parker said it in a shorter version