Bookend

by Lost Soul 691   Feb 16, 2006


My head is spinning
with all these words
Just incomplete phrases
aloft like the birds

Gotta jot them down
before they're gone
Parts of a poem
awaiting their dawn

No rest for the wicked
so the old saying goes
When will the time come
to expand on the prose

Been wanting to write
but the hours fly by
Can't get to the computer
hope the ideas don't die

So days tick along
and my head still spins
Like the rivers of past
where all life begins

Scribble down words
scrap paper's my friend
Gather up all the thoughts
just another bookend

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  • 18 years ago

    by aDORKable x3

    Ah, I deffinately know that feeling!! When you can never get to the computer and all you have are 700 scraps of paper with bits and pieces of poems. Well done!! Take Care Now and Thanks For The Comments!
    Amanda*

  • 18 years ago

    by End Of Eternity

    Hey this is indeed a good poem, really liked it.

    all the best and take care

  • 18 years ago

    by Kalika

    Wow, it's beautiful. I absolutely love it, especially the last stanza. I'd give it a 7/5 if I could.

    By the way, thank you for the comment, much appreciated.

    Kalika

  • 18 years ago

    by Rusted x Heart

    Wow, this poem was simply fantastic! i love the way each stanza was so short, it almost seemed to imitate the way in which ideas flooded your head but couldnt be let out, and imitating small scarps of paper. I love the way you wrote the third stanza, it was really impressive.
    Above all, i love the topic you chose, its something Im SURE many writers on this website can relate to and you conveyed it SO perfectly that this poem is about everyone who reads it. It was a real pleasure to read!

  • 18 years ago

    by Tori

    All of your poetry is amazing. I can definately relate to this one. Reminds me of my scrawl on pieces of wrinkled, torn paper... I'm not too organized, then again, the best thinkers aren't. ^_^ [5/5]

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