Am I a poet? Maybe. What I know is that I love writing – so let me know if reading my stuff is enjoyable, too.
Most of my poems
I write on train rides.
Maybe I need
The feeling
Of being on my way
The feeling
Of moving towards something
The ‘in between’
To write
When do you write? Do certain places or feelings make your creativity flow or do you just start to write anywhere and anytime at all? I would love to hear that, let me know in the comments if you like!
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You showoff 🤓
Just kidding, that’s so cool! Sooo, could you create something on the spot, as in right here, right now?
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Like, here as a comment?
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Yes, please! That is, if you want to.
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Ok…here ya go:
Once I caught a bird who sang
A song with such a mournful pang
As if within the fading light
A bell of shadow rang
And with a clang
I held to holly like a limb
In seas too swift for me to swim
And where I thought the world was bright
I saw it growing dim
And dim again
And so like curtains on my eyes
Forsaking thoughts of suns to rise
And holding less to love by sight
I found the sinking skies
Were now my prize
So there I wept and sang the tune
That granted she who made me swoon
And showed me I had lost the fight
When thus my love was hewn
And cruelly strewn
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You´re a genius, Mr. constant Varible. I love it, your poetry always makes images appear in my head. Thank you so much for proving your ability in my comment section!
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Aw…thanks! ☺️
Glad you liked it!
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I’m wondering if I should publish one of my special poems in this comment section… Tell me if it would be appropriate, the sincerity of this page would probably take a hit but oh well
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Hit me with your work! I would be honored.
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Only for the German community:
GOTTFRIED MÜLLER, EBERHARD
Gottfried Müller, Eberhard
Sagt Gottfried nun
Zum dritten Mal
Zu Eberhard
Denn ebendieser
Eberhard
Hört schlecht
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Pure comedy, my friend. Please, please share your work on a blog, too! I would be the first one to follow! 😂❤
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I’ll think about it…😁the only thing holding me back is that you are probably the only person (beside me) on the whole world that finds these funny 😅😂
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I bet you one million dollars you are wrong.
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