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Theme: Death

When Inspiration Dies

How many songs
lost in shadows
dying on sleeping lips,
never to be heard?

How many poems
forever ignored
when hope is lost,
never to be read?

How many paintings
never to be seen
rotting in humid corners
forever abandoned?

When artists
forsake all expression
on dusty roads
of despair,
creativity dissolves
in solitary depression.

Moon, sun, stars
into infinity.

How sad
when inspiration

Never to express
wondrous souls
as life goes on,

No songs, no art, no poetry.
No dreams.


More By  :  Pili Pubul

Views: 1349     Comments: 5

Comments on this Poem

Comment My deep gratitude .

Pili Pubul
21-Jul-2013 18:38 PM

Comment outstanding..

21-Jul-2013 14:26 PM

Comment Wonderfully conceived and very emotionally expressed.. Very true and Touching...

17-Jul-2013 22:18 PM

Comment My gratitude for your awesome comment. Pili

17-Jul-2013 12:11 PM

Comment Can't be said any better. So nice.

seshu chamarty
17-Jul-2013 08:42 AM

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