- Non-Erotic Poetry
- Belonging
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Too long I linger
in the lovely
Lit erotic garden
is it any wonder, though?
when my heavy handed pen
bleeds me
exposing my deficiencies,
self-imposed inadequacies
and maims my spirit
until worthless
and deformed
a flawless flower lifts me
needs me
complements my poetry,
inspires creativity
names my beauty
until hope
is restored
transcendent moment
soul redemption
- COMMENTS
LeBrozabout 17 years agoThis poem was mentioned in the Archival Review thread, in a picking through Lit's archive of over 34,500 poems.
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duddle146about 17 years agoSometimes I doubt that I'm a Genius ~ but then I'm often wrong.
duddle146over 17 years agoThe Lit Garden filled with erotic delights awaits only the muse to make it so.
LeBrozover 17 years agoThe curse of creative folk
To look within and judge
Too harshly;
Don't blame the muse
For self-inflicted pain
Pick up the pen - the muse forgives easily.
