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A thousand shooting stars parade a crumpled blanket of blue
As hardened feet caress a film of gentle evening dew
The world’s edge is a cliff atopped with swaying, murmuring trees
Behind me, jagged grey monsters beneath the smoky, wavering breeze
No noise can be found here, yet nothing is silent
Forever moving, forever begging to press onward
In this patient, hurried world
Like the fiery breath of a dragon, the sun cuts deep into pale skin
With the warmth of a loved one’s touch, and the pain of a burning sin
Noone wants to leave here, but who could bear to stay
There is no solace here to take the searing pain away
My dew-topped base is slipping, I can’t reach the stars
There’s time still left to turn and run
But the starshine’s drawn me in
Jagged grey monsters chase me, sharpened daggers in my heart
One last leap to safety, before the whole world falls apart
I see the stars and focus, for they’re my golden crown
I take a leap, I miss and fall…forever sinking down.
- by weezieishness |
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- | Submitted on 07/28/2008 |
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- Title: The River
- Artist: weezieishness
- Description: I wrote this poem a couple of years ago. Hope you enjoy it!
- Date: 07/28/2008
- Tags: river nature
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Comments (5 Comments)
- heart_of_a_butterfly - 01/11/2009
- im impressed i love them all [poems] i read all of yours when i saw the first one never stop your amazing poetry!
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- half-d3mon - 12/16/2008
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I need to make a correction... You are a <b>.great.</b> storyteller. This is my fav. poem so far <3 Hope you never stop writing.
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- funnyman332 - 07/29/2008
- It's so true, yet still a fantasy. Nice poem. Put together brilliantly with wonderful details and great word choice 5/5
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- NMetalFox - 07/29/2008
- I agree with mq90x9p, the imagery is amazing here. Well done.
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- mq90x9p - 07/29/2008
- oh wow... that was beautiful. i love the imagery, and the rhythm of the piece. the rhyming isn't forced, and the poem flows easily when read aloud. i read it twice--the first time, i got all of the imagery in my head, and the second time i really understood the poem. that's how poetry should be--it shouldn't be something that you can read and understand right away--it needs to take time to interpret. i wish i could do that in my poetry. i'm really impressed... well done!! smile
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