Teen Poetry #2 |
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Christmas |
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Master Senior Member
since 1999-08-18
Posts 1867Boston, MA ![]() |
Coarse, chilly winds lift up unsettled snow, Implanting flakes like seeds into the pores-- The ground gnaws. The snowflakes glow, Like fallen stars, upon the wisemens’ course. Impacience lead our travelers ahead To seek the truth of a Holy Proclamation. An in ovation, each bowes down his head; A child is born, ‘tis time for celebration! December twenty-fifth-- a sacred date! It is a date for our descendants to remember! A tender heart is born with a poet’s fate, No other date such destiny could render! A stroke of light upon the snowy canvas, As though the twilight wrote an epilogue-- The cloak of darkness leaves four fading stanzas, Picked up by Time, which wanders broke. [This message has been edited by Master (edited 02-06-2000).] |
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poetry_kills Senior Member
since 1999-12-04
Posts 549new orleans |
master: this is beautiful ![]() sincerely, jerome the boy with no brain A savage place! as holy and enchanted As e'er beneath a waning moon was haunted By woman wailing for her demon-lover! ~Coleridge |
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Master Senior Member
since 1999-08-18
Posts 1867Boston, MA |
Thank you Jerome! |
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