The Right Words Won't Come Poem by Timber Koleden
The Right Words Won't Come
Hours march on by
And I am left wond'ring why
Where are the words
Those I want in poetry heard?
Left with empty mind
Oh where are the rhythms—the rhymes?
It flusters me
I simply want to compose poetry!
I have the time
But cannot conceive one rhyme
I feel so glum
Head hollow like a drum
Almost feel dumb
The right words just WILL! NOT! COME!
'Morrow perhaps
Then into poetry I will lapse.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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