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Poetry is succour of the poor
one’s who cherish satisfaction
from possessing nothing
but desire
as they describe emotions
love and what not
all in existence they have been missing

I withdraw from the arena of competition
they are more deserving
as to them it is more forthcoming
to me well not that deserving

I hereby relinquish my intense desire
one burning like an inferno within me

I am no poet in reality
but have seen poverty
have been scaled by misery
have returned back to that position
where laid royalty
I knew no poetry

Picked it up simply as a hobby
the clock of time was in my pocket
however could I have been
a Poe-yet

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Free verse
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I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back
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Thoughts of an egoist Po-yet
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I don't believe it! Lovedly giving up poetry? I can see the giving up of competition, but have doubts of the whole of poetry.
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Hi, Lovedly,
How does one relinquish intense desire, burning like an inferno? I also cannot imagine poetry being just your hobby. I agree with Geezer - I have my doubts! :)
Thank you!

I am the world's BESTEST LOSER ...
So I give in shall continue
now totally jobless and again But a will a
s strong as the hill
JACK went up with Jill
and made a lavishing kill

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only two read it loved it

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