Open Poetry #18 |
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Ambiguous And Ludicrous |
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Hardkore Junior Member
since 2001-01-31
Posts 33San DIego, California |
She sat on the edge of our bed silently weeping into her hands Sunlight crept into the room through cracked blinds on the window Her aged blond hair was almost white but it looked like the day we meet, in this light Her wrinkled hands were still, milky smooth Like a dried rose, they maintained their beauty softly trembling under the pressure of her tears She cried for the ills of humanity She cried for the loss of innocence She cried because I was a spiteful old man and I just sat there, rigid, arms at my sides staring blankly at her blond-white hair and her trembling hands Sitting in my torn shorts wondering why I hadn’t been feed She deserved better Passion fuels my love |
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Midnitesun![]()
since 2001-05-18
Posts 28647Gaia |
Very nicely done! Vivid imagery. Poignant, emotive piece. |
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Morcastlin Member
since 2002-01-14
Posts 244The Jersey Shore, USA |
An interesting and thoughtful poem! I enjoed reading it! Well done! |
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Tracey Member Elite
since 2001-08-29
Posts 2808where insanity meets breeding |
Yes, I agree with Kacy. Very vivid imagery here. I could picture the scene, and the emotions in my mind. If she who dies with the most toys wins, then can I have some toy boys please? |
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Enchantress Member Empyrean
since 2001-08-14
Posts 35113Canada eh. |
Well done Garrett! Great imagery here! ~Hugs, Nancy~ ~Time has cast a spell on you, |
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Poet deVine
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-05-26
Posts 22612Hurricane Alley |
Vividly told...a scene that played in my head as I read this. Thanks. |
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