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Rrespect



Respect amongst Poets
Respect is a strange thing amongst poets.
It is something we all want but do not show it.
We cry from our souls for our work.
Yet there are critics that treat us like jerks.

My heart bleeds for those at are trying.
For every bad word, their spirits start dying.
To them that wants only to belong.
We tend to serve them a dish of wrong.

I bleed in my heart when I see
The things in there life's that could be.
We just need to give them a chance,
Treat their work with a little romance.

A little kindness here and there,
Never cost anything to spare.
 Think about the respect you do not give.
For the life, you have to live.



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Submitted on July 05, 2016

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IntroductionForgotten are the times the tick of a clock once chimed sobering sounds that caressed my hearts nightly dreams. As I awaken to the touch of light that burns upon a candles wick flickering my words for all to see. This drives my thoughts through the darkest of nights of loneliness that renders my quill upon parchment with ink that dances to minds and souls.Now I hear the screeching of my heart when the blue horizon covers the orb of emptiness.Within the shelter of my mind with little, purpose other than my words that keep me sane. These are my new poems I have written in the quiet of my night, forever wished away in a writer’s pain. As I strive to write that perfect poem that, my soul desperately seeks. Then and only then can my words rest upon a sleep. more…

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