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I wrote a poem once

Then I wrote it twice

After the fifth time

I knew nothing would suffice

 

They told me it was awful

But wouldn’t tell me why

I couldn’t dare believe them

And see my passion die

 

Over and over I pleaded

Just to know what was wrong

Over and over they told me

That I was horrible all along

 

I tried to shut them out

To forget their bitter spiel

Their criticism didn’t matter

That nothing was ever ideal

 

The clicking of the keyboard

The tapping of my toes

Nothing ever mattered

The words would no longer flow

 

I tried to write a story

And then I wrote it twice

After the fifth time

I knew nothing would ever suffice

 

They told me it was awful

But wouldn’t tell me why

I started to believe them

And I let my passion die

 

I started to forget

No longer did I write

I filled a box with literature

And hid it from the light

 

Time and time would pass

Nothing changed with age

I didn’t dare pick up a pen

To fill an empty page

 

Time just kept on ticking

With that box still hidden away

The shadows of a closet

Keeping the bitterness at bay

 

I found that box not long ago

Cardboard thick with dust

I started to remembered

The words I used to trust

 

I didn’t read poem

Or flip a single page

All I could think of was their words

That trapped me in a cage

 

I thought of all hatred

And how it made me cry

Forced into submission

No longer willing to try

 

I thought of all those pages

That had never seen foreign eyes

Of all the voices of criticism

And how it was ever only mine

 

Of all the voices out there

The harshest was my own

Telling myself that I was awful

Was what shook me to the bone

 

If foreign eyes found those pages

Maybe I would know

That I wasn’t completely awful

That I just had work to go

 

To clean up all the edges

To let the words just flow

And not to second guess

The words I had come to know

 

I found a friend to help me

Hell, I even found a few

They taught me not to judge myself

That my assessments were hardly true

 

I listened to their advice

Instead of my harsh judgment

I gave my passion another chance

And didn’t pause a moment

 

I wrote a poem once

And then I wrote it twice

After the second time

I didn’t care to think if it would suffice

Author's Note

I don't typically write poetry, but I thought I might give it a shot. Critiques are more than welcome, I would love to know how I could improve.

Reviews

[Neon]

I liked this poem.. theme's well captured. As i started reading the poem my flow became so great to read and i really didn't want this poem to be ended .. but it's cool you write in limits . because hunger raise more appetite :) I loved your writing style too how you choose words to paste at the right place. I think yu should give some more shots in poetry too .. your cool at poems dear .. Beautiful poem, i enjoyed this. It made my day. Realistic pieces always make my day & this poem's well expressed and that's written right from your heart. Write some more poems frnd :)

[MoriartyMesa]

This reminds me of something in a Latin text, something you may find in any number of sources, honest and true conversion of emotion to word that is only true in a few honest souls who write from the confession, fear, emotion and heart of their own feeling.


It is everywhere, but still rare and you should be proud.

[Sakshi]

Looks like you gave it your best shot, when you did so... Well written!

[Acer]

Another great poem indeed, nothing to say much.

[Peaceforeber]

WOW I really really liked this :)

[Silent_S C R I P T]

I am glad you enjoyed it!

[Peaceforeber]

No, I am glad that you wrote it :)

[zainul]

Similar experience happened to me,my dear friend.
Some wanted my writes got published in their names.
Some purposely lost my pieces and harassed me mentally.
I had to keep my collection of poems in a box like you.
To my misfortune,the writes were damaged by flood water.
But,I did not stop writing.
No body should stop.
Your piece is amazing.
It is like a heavy shower after a long drought.
Congratulations!!!

[Silent_S C R I P T]

Thank you very much!

[zainul]

You are most welcome!

[Jack...]

All I can say is, "Don't listen to them". This was nice.

[Silent_S C R I P T]

Thank you for the support!

[creativequill]

A piece of writing about not writing, i love it! Never let anyone silence your voice, it's intelligent, witty, and quite creative. Expression doesn't need acceptance.

[Silent_S C R I P T]

Thank you so much, for reading and reviewing!