Poor Little Poem
This poem’s not feeling very bold
In fact it feels a little cold
Its edges have begun to fold
Its ink is fading, truth be told
The muse has hassled and cajoled
But its ideas seem worn and old
Unrolled
Paroled
Retold
And unsold
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Poor Little Poem
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Aww–poor little poem. This made me smile. 😊
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Unsold… most poems probably are.
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BRAVO!!!
much❤love
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Gold
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This made me smile…..the poetic process indeed.
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The poem may be tired and cold
But I rather like it, truth be told 💜💜
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Your poor little poem has been through the mill — but it keeps trying, and that is pretty bold. Good one.
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Well done! We do get that way at times… Inspiration is just around the corner!
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Nicely done.
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I want to take your poor little poem and give it a hug, Candy! What a lovely example of personification and I admire the way you maintained the rhyme.
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And yet with all our heart’s worth. these words we hold.
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I love this sweet little poem, Candy. I would like to at least foster it. 😉
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Finding those fresh ideas can be agonizing at times. I hope this poem will become bold and big, one day.
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