Open Poetry #25 |
IndividualPoem |
LastMoments Member
since 2003-03-07
Posts 92 |
The room painted with fears Of memory that seemed to eat And works its way under skin Steal the air that Im forced to breathe My eyes become light crystal That glimmer to the shine Of falling tears that mark there ways Of paths were yet to make our own Paths most avoid by doubt Yet the daring live to meet Where skies rain trust and love And forgiveness is never needed When you reach down within you feel As if you breathe in every moment Every second a leading oppurtunity A new brach, so delicate, yet can grow Inside the warmth towards your numbing The senseless mind that created The failures that you've yet to ignore But slowly become adhesive to a solid picture Inside you know your search For this place of peace amends As life portrays a growing limb That lives off basic stems Stems we create, we choose Stems that make us one, a whole That create, an individual |
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the_loner_23 Member Ascendant
since 2002-06-08
Posts 5479Jacksonville, Florida, USA |
Beautiful imagery. I loved it. Cold hands means a warm heart |
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majnu
since 2002-10-13
Posts 1088SF Bay Area |
i agree with loner_23, your imagery is impressive in its intricacy. i also like the way the poem is tied together, its easy to lose focus on long poems but you avoided that. -majnu |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
very nice ending |
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Brad Majors
since 2001-04-03
Posts 2647Georgia |
Nicely done! |
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