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Welcome to ~PoetryToTheMasses' weekly feature.
Each week I will feature two poem suggested by deviants with some information about the poems and the poets. One poem is from deviantART itself, and the other is not.
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There is no poem from outside dA this week as I have not received any suggestions.
UndeservedI don't deserve to be an artist.
I don't know how to hold deep meaningful conversations with strangers.
I don't lament at night about a lover I have lost.
I don't watch the white smoke ebb into darkness.
I don't spend lonely nights admiring the true beauty of the world.
I don't sleep restlessly from the truth of suffering within this world.
I don't lie through my smiles or struggle to create them.
But I do think I am a writer.
I am completely, irreparably damaged.
I cry all night over old words and emotional baggage.
I weep over my lost innocence.
I spend nights wishing for skin against my own
I long for insomnia to inspire me.
I beg for worlds to collide so I can breathe.
So am I writer really?
Or just another misguided artist?
- UntamedUnwanted
I don't know how to hold deep meaningful conversations with strangers.
I don't lament at night about a lover I have lost.
I don't watch the white smoke ebb into darkness.
I don't spend lonely nights admiring the true beauty of the world.
I don't sleep restlessly from the truth of suffering within this world.
I don't lie through my smiles or struggle to create them.
But I do think I am a writer.
I am completely, irreparably damaged.
I cry all night over old words and emotional baggage.
I weep over my lost innocence.
I spend nights wishing for skin against my own
I long for insomnia to inspire me.
I beg for worlds to collide so I can breathe.
So am I writer really?
Or just another misguided artist?
Suggested by crystelclear1104
I don't deserve to be an artist.
I don't know how to hold deep meaningful conversations with strangers.
I don't lament at night about a lover I have lost.
I don't watch the white smoke ebb into darkness.
I don't spend lonely nights admiring the true beauty of the world.
I don't sleep restlessly from the truth of suffering within this world.
I don't lie through my smiles or struggle to create them.
But I do think I am a writer.
I am completely, irreparably damaged.
I cry all night over old words and emotional baggage.
I weep over my lost innocence.
I spend nights wishing for skin against my own
I long for insomnia to inspire me.
I beg for worlds to collide so I can breathe.
So am I writer really?
Or just another misguided artist?
If you like this poem, please the original!
Artist's comments:
"I hate being insecure about what I do. And I often am. So many people ask me whether I am an artist and I always say no, I am a writer. Are writers not artists? Why must there be so much of a distinction? Why is the world so narrow minded about the written word?
"I hate being insecure about what I do. And I often am. So many people ask me whether I am an artist and I always say no, I am a writer. Are writers not artists? Why must there be so much of a distinction? Why is the world so narrow minded about the written word?
The above words are from people who were trying to tell me why the artist and writer is different. The first verse belongs to the people who tried to educate me. The second is my answer...and to be honest, I don't see the ideological difference between an artist and a writer or what makes one less than the other. We all just want to create...right?"
This poem was submitted September 20, 2012.
UntamedUnwanted is from the United Kingdom and has been on deviantART since Jan 13, 2008.
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PoetryToTheMasses Weekly Feature 163
Welcome to ~PoetryToTheMasses' weekly feature.
This is the final feature (one sooner than anticipated because apparently one of the suggested poems has been removed). I would like to once again thank everyone who has supported us in any way since we started, three whole years ago!
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- AsterGirl (https://www.deviantart.com/astergirl)
Suggested by akettleofvultures (https://www.deviantart.com/akettleofvultures)
B A M
goes the gun
no one told her to run
now her daughter
lies waiting for a mom
she doesn't know
will never come
If you like this poem, please the original!
Artist's comments:
"i live i
PoetryToTheMasses Weekly Feature 162
Welcome to ~PoetryToTheMasses' weekly feature.
Each week I will feature two poem suggested by deviants with some information about the poems and the poets. One poem is from deviantART itself, and the other is not.
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There is no poem from outside dA this week as I have not received any suggestions.
- care623 (https://www.deviantart.com/care623)
Suggested by crystelclear1104 (https://www.deviantart.com/crystelclear1104)
Do you remember when we were younger?
The days were brighter.
The world was simpler.
Everything that mattered made sense.
How have things changed so much?
Do you remember those two little girls?
PoetryToTheMasses Weekly Feature 161
Welcome to ~PoetryToTheMasses' weekly feature.
Oh gosh, late again, I'm really sorry!
Each week I will feature two poem suggested by deviants with some information about the poems and the poets. One poem is from deviantART itself, and the other is not.
Please this article and watch ~PoetryToTheMasses or join #Poetry-To-The-Masses to show your support.
When I am Dead, my Dearest - Christina Georgina Rosetti
Suggested by Inanisvoid (https://www.deviantart.com/inanisvoid)
When I am dead, my dearest,
Sing no sad songs for me;
Plant thou no roses at my head,
Nor shady cypress tree:
Be the green grass above me
With showers and dewdrops wet;
And if thou wilt, remember,
And if t
PoetryToTheMasses Weekly Feature 160
Welcome to ~PoetryToTheMasses' weekly feature.
(Sorry this is late I've been so incredibly busy lately)
Each week I will feature two poem suggested by deviants with some information about the poems and the poets. One poem is from deviantART itself, and the other is not.
Please this article and watch ~PoetryToTheMasses or join #Poetry-To-The-Masses to show your support.
Twilight Night - Christina Georgina Rossetti
Suggested by Inanisvoid (https://www.deviantart.com/inanisvoid)
I
We met, hand to hand,
We clasped hands close and fast,
As close as oak and ivy stand;
But it is past:
Come day, come night, day comes at last.
We loosed hand from hand,
We parted face from face;
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