Teen Poetry #7 |
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Sparring Among Youthful Eyes |
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young_blood Senior Member
since 2003-09-19
Posts 1115Indianapolis, IN ![]() |
this is a new style of poetry. check it out. Throughout These -red eyes The night, (Its hair falls out to me) [Tomorrow soaks into baths lukewarm.] The bird's wings and Color coaded feet Attacks the scene. And the moon scrapes (And slides down the blackboard) [Only lukewarm is warm Enough not to steam] Back inside paradise, forever pressing the ground And no one knows what this means. No, No more of this confusion (It's a fake night again) [And tidal waves crash against Rocks of sounding boards] So sleep with lidless eyes, staring into nothing of worth But anything is nothing to no one. |
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young_blood Senior Member
since 2003-09-19
Posts 1115Indianapolis, IN |
i would like someone to comment on this, don't be daunted by the form |
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