Talent

Talent

A Poem by Cynthia
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Everyone has one :)

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Talent is what everyone has,
but who can truly use the power,
of that precious talent you own?
There's a talent hidden in everyone,
but who can unearth it?
From the deepest of your soul?

The power of the talented,
don't underestimate the power,
cause the talent is which
saves them when they're lost,
when they're being ignored,
respect what they own, what they have,
cause talent is precious and rare.

Talents are what everyone has,
it only depends how you dig it,
from the deepest in your soul,
all starting from the moment,
you plan to work, to use what you've,
the talent that you own.

Written in: 1-5-11, 4:12pm

© 2011 Cynthia


Author's Note

Cynthia
Everyone have a talent,thats what I believe.
However, parents in HK often said their kids are dump/talentless, which i totally disagree, I mean, thats discouraging the kids! parents are suppose to help them! Not spoil their lives!
Well, I don't know what brings me to this, maybe after hearing my classmates being called dump by their parents? Yeah, thats a big possibility :)
Its a rough draft...

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yep, I agree on this. Everyone has a talent. I hate when parents do that.. parents can't control everything on their child's life. Eventually they will break free. But its a shame when a person's talent goes to waste...
Love this poem! =D Great write.

Posted 13 Years Ago


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i really like this poem, it's really telling the truth. Talent's a gift that everyone has, in their own way..

Posted 13 Years Ago


speaks truth, we have our talents indeed, and its not fun to hear when someone says you don't have a tallent... nice write

Posted 13 Years Ago


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jex
Very insightful piece. Hopefully we all one day find our talents, however deep they may be buried within us.

Posted 13 Years Ago


Thanks for this gem!

Posted 13 Years Ago


yes this is true. everyone has a talent, its so sad when people dont even acknowledge your talent and instead make fun of you or discourage you. that happened to me once.

100/100

Posted 13 Years Ago


True to the core. :)

Posted 13 Years Ago


Very inspirational.

"but who can truly use the power,
of that precious talent you own?"

i really like that part. so many people let their talents go. i am so happy to know that you use your talent to point out this fact. Great write keep up the good work :)

Posted 13 Years Ago


Great read.

Matthew

Posted 13 Years Ago


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Red
Let me start by saying that this is refreshing to see. I've been reading a lot of "down-in-the-dumps" poetry and this put a smile on my face. I too believe that everyone has a talent, if not multiple ones. I wish more people would write more positive poetry, not just angry or sad things. Nice choice on the color of the text; that on its own was creative. Amazing Job! I look forward to see what next you write about.
-Red

Posted 13 Years Ago


Great and true words.I got a friend who is a sales guy.A very talented sales guy.He always says there is nothing to be proud of about being the most manipulative guy around.I say the power of pursuasion is a talent.I am going to show him your poem.I want him to be proud of his talent.

Posted 13 Years Ago



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