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I received mail that my account in writing.com is already three years old and I was so in some way, happy. I haven't opened it since I do not know when. I checked my account and I retrieved all of my poems that remained and I read them one by one. The guy who first destabilized me was online so I decided to chat with him, though I think I made him go away. All those poems were written the first time I got destabilized. I used to write poems out of nowhere, like just give me a pen and some paper and voila. Now, I just cannot, maybe because of nursing cause in nursing there is no room for flowery language. I suddenly had nostalgia and I remembered everything back in HS. Dunno but all seemed to be on time to relish those memories.

This is the first ever poem I ever wrote, and it was well-received. I got a total of 4 out of 5 stars from 20 reviews on this one and since then I continued writing. It does make sense, I hope you guys like this poem too. I hope having seen my past poems I can write again and just feel so fulfilled. Too bad at a depressed rage those years ago I threw my poems away. I had three envelopes full and I was gonna have them published but I tried to kill myself that time and it meant nothing.

Hope you guys like this one.

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The Clay

I was sitting in my room one dark day

In front of me was a small lump of clay

I did not know what I wanted to say

As on my crumpled bed I sadly lay

I then angrily took that lump of clay

My hands bore through it as it flowed like flay

The clay then flew as I threw it away

And it stuck on the wall that came its way

He then entered and saw me cry

He took his handkerchief and wiped them dry

He then looked at the corner of His eye

The clay that stuck on my blue wall to die

He took it off and held it in his hand

He placed it on my table and I scanned

Not anymore a lump of clay so bland

But a masterpiece to be made by hand

I took the clay and let it on my palm

I rolled it to a ball as He watched calm

I looked at the ball and marveled its charm

And placed it on the table as my psalm

by: Franz

Post edited by: guilbautedsookie, at: 01/31/2010 07:55 AM

Awww it did not come out the way I wanted it but it's a traditional poem with four stanzas and four lines

Thats good FRANZ,,, I 'like it

Deb

The message I got from this is when someone cares about you ordinary things are no longer ordinary or despicable. But that is the great thing about poety. It can have so many shades or meanings for different people.

I used to write all the time, too. I have a website w/ at least a hundred poems posted on it, probably a lot more. I don't write nearly as much any more, but I understand about going back and reading them again. I do that from time to time.

I liked your poem, too. I barely ever rhyme when I write cuz for me it feels forced, but I liked the flow of your piece

Having read this poem I wrote gave me some light, like the first time I wrote it

i like it

very nice, Franz! I went through a poetry phase myself. Most of my stuff was pretty bad though, so I'm glad I kept my poems in a paper journal instead of online!

Thank you liz and welcome to the forums this is the first time I saw you here

Yeah venus. The problem with online sites is that if your free 3 months is expired poof goes the poetry