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Forgotten

Forgotten

I've read the wizened words inscribed with pens
That wistful poets paint with latent eyes.
Their pains, abandoned dreams, and faithless friends
Are voiced in lines of verse that some despise.
They drown in sorrow dancing in their minds,
For they can see the tears within their words.
They sing exquisite lines of varied kinds,
Much like the songs of captured mourning birds.
Oh, pleasant are their words when I despair,
When soothing solace draws away from me.
Their tears are like a balm applied with care,
Which soothes a captive heart and sets it free.
   Their choral words may see a thousand years,
   Forgotten then will be the poet's tears.

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Marion

Yep... that's poetry. Lovely write x

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Being Me

A lovely, lovely sonnet. True as well! Sad hearts seem drawn to poetry — or is it the other way round?

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Angel L Villanueva

Nice observation. Poetry does seem to attract many who just want a good 'listener', someone who will lend an ear as they pour out their hearts. Thank you for your comment!

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Bernadete van d...

The forgotten tears! Ah, how beautiful! Well done once again, Angel.  

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