I’ve got the message,
it’s the words i forget.
Im the electric buzz,
of a muted TV set.
Search thru static,
for words unspoken.
Im the radio,
who’s antennae was broken.
Crumpled into a ball,
and
tossed under your bed.
Im the paper,
of a poem misread.
Listen closely,
and
I hope you find.
We can be the music,
that you don’t rewind.
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Hey! Your peoms are really great, keep on writing..
not to many people have that great of talent.. email me back if your up to it!
thank you jenn
ur poems are very well wrotten
Touching. Very touching. Have you ever thought of publishing your poems in a book? I'd buy it.
ONLY THREE COMENTS???????????????dude dude
dude that’s SUCH A GREAT POEM!!!!!!!!!!! jezz itd do
catchy f**k i love it if im not mistaken you discribing poets
such A kick a*s discription