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Teen Poetry #5

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knightlyshadows
Senior Member

since 2001-04-14

Posts 791
obscured vision

0 posted 2002-08-14 12:17 PM

a stroke of gentlest breathe,
caressing lightly amongst.
a motion of own solemnity....
bruise of faint painted lips.

pushed along the perfect glass,
glimpsing of a far off fall.
a moment of own forgetfullness....
grip of undaunted fingers.

a whisper heard before said,
foretelling of looming grey.
a lost art of own knowledge....
crush of embraced kiss.

“A single choice can build destinies,or destroy them.”

Falling, Stars of Dreams.

WhiteRose
Member Elite

since 2002-07-23

Posts 3208
somebody's dungeon

1 posted 2002-08-14 01:23 AM

This is beautiful. A simple and expressive poem. Very nicely donel.

In truth, what defines us is our poetry.

punkrockerrobin

Senior Member

since 2001-05-15

Posts 1180
Sparks, NV

2 posted 2002-08-14 04:02 AM

YAY FOR TIFFERS!!! pretty poem. girl i hope you're doin ok i haven't heard from you. anyways great poem.
robin

you either like me for who i am or you don't like me at all

paper doll
Member

since 2002-08-04

Posts 133
Floating on Uncertainty

3 posted 2002-08-15 08:22 PM

The imagery in this is amazing, Tiff. The second stanza was by far my favourite. You've presented a magical scene here but it brings with it a tinge of sadness. It may have been the way I was reading it but that's what I got out of it.

Thanks for sharing.

Imagination=nostalgia for the past, the absent; it is the liquid solution in which art develops the snapshots of reality.

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