<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=520088" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Writing Frustrations I've Known</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">-It would seem, I've run out of words.<br>Nothing left to say.<br>I have lost my inner voice.<br>It's gone, completely astray.<br>Perhaps I should lay down pen and pad.<br>Never more write a rhyme.<br>On this poetry that I love<br>I shall spend no further time.<br>... not that I was ever truly a poet anyway<br>... it's just that, well, I did love it so; <br>... still, it feels the well is dry<br>... time to just let it go.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">- So now, what of me shall be<br>Feeling empty in heart and head? <br>What purpose-without a word-shall be heard<br>With no way to express both hope and dread? <br>Where have the words gone<br>Must they ever stay away? <br>Who has taken my spirit's song<br>Why has the music of my soul nothing more to say? <br>... I try... seems of no use... <br>My mind torn asunder, literary abuse.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> (this next part wrote a couple months later) </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Listen, what do I hear? <br>Something is knocking at my gate! <br>A few months later now<br>But, not altogether too late.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A lonesome thought comes strolling in<br>From whence I cannot declare, <br>Just that it has arrived<br>With this simple message to share: </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> ' What's a dime<br>To a lover of verse and rhyme, <br>And what's to fear<br>Of criticism drawing near? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">For to write only for income<br>Would soon turn quite burdensome, <br>As surely as to not write for fear of ridicule<br>Would be to deny the voice within you.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The words may never turn a single head<br>But, don't dare believe they'll ever be dead! <br>God gives meaning to what he wants<br>Whether anyone else listens or not.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The way it is all spoke<br>By darling bards, or simple country folk, <br>Is well worth hearing<br>And so oft more than a bit endearing.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Don't worry about the rhyme<br>The perfect place or time, <br>Just give your soul in words as best you can<br>And those who should, will understand.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Those who don't<br>Just won't, <br>And that's o.k.<br>God speaks to them in other ways.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Trust his Spirit in all you do<br>Yes, this includes writing too, <br>Remember he promised he'd never leave you alone<br>Even in the simple words of your poems. '</div><div style="margin:10px 0">-Pondering it over<br>I suppose this I've known all along, <br>Though thoughts may wander<br>True words are never gone.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Well, ya know what: <br>I believe I just might pick up paper and pen, <br>Good or bad, right or wrong... <br>Give it a go, once again!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Smoky+Hoss">Smoky Hoss</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=520088" data-title="Writing Frustrations I've Known de Smoky Hoss" data-description="-It would seem, I've run out of words. Nothing left to say. I have lost my inner voice. It's gone, completely astray. Perhaps I should lay down pen and pad. Never more write a rhyme. On this poetry that I love I shall spend no further time. ... no..."></div> </div> </div>

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