Dark Poetry #1 |
So Low? |
devinmaria Member
since 2000-02-14
Posts 130Middletown, Ohio |
You ask me why I slither, Upon the dirty gorund, Why I do not stand up, Walk like you, be proud, You question as to my motives, For hiding underground, Answers are no insight, Still they are profound, You ponder as to why I, Stare at that puddle on the floor, Filling, filling, slowly, Yet you still ignore, Curious as to why I try to, Sleep upon the floor, You chuckle as to my knocking, At the bottom of your door, You continue to wonder, Your curiosity grows, Every towering moment, You stare down your nose, I rebel against your requests, No remorse to show, Why do I look down? Cause I feel so low? |
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Janet Marie Member Laureate
since 2000-01-22
Posts 18554 |
wow...very good...very well written...you stand tall in your poetry...nice work take care, janet marie "...we were born before the wind...also younger than the sun... and my heart you have won...as we sailed into the mystic... I just want to rock your gypsy soul- just like in the days of old... and together we will float-into the mystic... Van Morrison |
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ill_tactics Member
since 2000-02-11
Posts 149 |
hmmmmm, what can I say, that was nicely written. I could see the image of bein low to the ground, love the way you used it metaphorically....Much love, One love, PEACE |
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JennyLee Senior Member
since 1999-09-01
Posts 1461Northwestern, NJ. |
Why do I look down? Cause I feel so low? Wow...who hasn't asked those questions. Well put!! Jennifer |
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