The Cold Heart Of Creativity Poem by Naomi Waters

The Cold Heart Of Creativity



She says shes a poet
A weaver of words
Regardless, the tales she spins hold no allure
Years haven't managed to turn her into an author
Whether she wishes it or not this is the way she will stay
So the passion that burned in her heart fizzled to ashes
Pen and paper grow cold
Gathering dust on an empty desk
The poets love is gone
She gave up on her endeavor
When improvement was out of reach

Tuesday, January 30, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: creativity,depression,hopeless,sorrow
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
This is how I feel about my poems. In my eyes they arent beautiful. A long time ago I dreamed about having English teachers having their students read my poems in class and talk about how well written they were but thats not gonna happen. I dont have a passion for writing anymore. I will still write but I dont love what I create anymore
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Mike Smith 06 March 2018

A poets muse is a fleeting, skittish sort of thing. Sometimes a writer is overflowing with words and messages to share and convey. Other times words seem to elude us.

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Naomi Waters 30 January 2018

i messed up, grow is supposed to be grew

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