POETRY DISPLACEMENT

Once poetry rolled of my tongue,
That was years ago or so it seems.
Now poetry is my nightmare,
Of every waking dream.

I still feel poetry flowing through my veins,
But as my thoughts starts to drift away.
I know for me it will never be the same,
There's no rewind on a poetry mind.

There's no allure to writing poetry,
When it's slowly dying inside of me.
I used to write about many things.
Now there's nothing left or so it seems.

There's a screaming child within this mind,
Of an easy going old man bidding his time.
Who's lived his life with others so it seems,
With cheeslet's and flummox within his dreams.

Time passes my thoughts displayed,
Never truly lost just misplaced.
With the poet verse no longer mine,
Only managing one stanza in a broken mind.



Poetry by Alan J Ripley The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2025-07-15 at 11:34

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Editorial Team The PoetBay support member heart!
Your poem has been chosen to be featured on the home page of PoetBay. Thank you for posting on our poetry website!
2025-07-21


William Hughes The PoetBay support member heart!
I love the cadence and rhyme of ''There's no rewind on a poetry mind.'' Seems to me you still have one--a poetry mind, that is.
2025-07-16


Kee Zealy The PoetBay support member heart!
Those of us who are older have a sense of rapidly fading moments of inspiration.
2025-07-15


Griffonner The PoetBay support member heart!
One stanza can change the world.
Blessings and love to you my dear friend, Allen
2025-07-15