Open Poetry #19 |
I'm back (again) |
Zukene_Chic Member
since 2001-09-26
Posts 152Cali |
Well, ah.. I kind of disappeared again. School and plays and whatnot. Um, this was just kind of me, writing whatever I felt, and since it sounded cool, I made it into a poem. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Darkness Black, even A single drop if blood, Falling onto a blooming white rose, Turning it crimson No eyes could be seen, but they were felt They were felt ever so vividly, By absolutely no one Drip The rose dies, as everything does The life dripping out, Much like the blood dripping onto it Drip The eyes, piercing, Glaring at nothing Petals, falling to the floor The sound, the almost inaudible sound, Causes a twitch The tapping, Tapping at the ground known as nothingness Tapping, tapping away Drip |
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Mother_Earth Senior Member
since 2000-11-20
Posts 13701/2 year Texas & 1/2 year Michigan |
Zukene, not sure how to take this and from such a young person. I think we all have "black" days like this. I just hope this one didn't last too long. Like the style though, ME |
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Pilgrimage Member Elite
since 2001-12-04
Posts 3945Texas, USA |
I enjoyed the image here-very dark. Sometimes I like dark. Nan |
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