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The call of war.




 Twisted by the putrid imaginations of chaotic symphony,
  I find myself falling into a blood filled ocean of the past.

 Gone are the simplistic ramifications of my degraded expectations,
   replaced they are, by a menace of burning skulls.

 Let us hold hands and play, into the bones of our song,
   we are free, dangling in the air, skinless creatures of the night.

 The carpet is of old silk images, welcoming that which,
   cannot have a name for it is already dead and forsaken.

 Place me into the circle of judgement,
   find not the words of truth, for in the places of my eyes...

 Now lives only a whisper,
    and that sound, is oh so pretty.

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Written March 15th, 2006

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  • Jr Little Dewey
    March 15, 2006
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    ExElLeNt JoB. I must say your quite extrordinary with words. Do you have any more poems like this one,beacause I'm interested.


  • MyDarkling
    March 15, 2006
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    Amazing

    ~*~
    I love what you have written here... The words are so poignant, and I swear - It sounds like such an amazing metal song to me. Maybe because I'm a metal fan.. But somehow images of glorious Viking Metal come through in your words. Dark, yet beautiful. Angry, yet mournful. I love it. I love it. I love it.

    Edymion
    ~*~
    Edited on Mar 15, 5:59 because ''.


  • GreenKat92
    March 15, 2006
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    I like this!!!


    much luv~
    shadowed

  • deathbysuicide08
    March 15, 2006
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    outstanding

    great imagary you really see what your trying to show
    great job


  • dustookie2
    March 15, 2006
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    brilliant work

    nice work. liked the imagery you portrayed in this piece. i think it has good flow and a brilliant feel with some great lines to boot. liked the opening line...works for me. we have been de-sensitized by so many wars being aired 24/7 i wonder how many people tune out when they hear of more deaths due to some war somewhere in the world. wars kill. great write.


  • Elfin
    March 15, 2006
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    Aliuar,where to start? that is the question.Your diction is spot on and the flow blends beautifully with the words, But the images in my head are about dead people, but not war.nevertheless I still like your poem very much. Well done


  • Ellis gold member
    March 15, 2006
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    Oh Shoot

    No war for me, Dude,
    But this is cool.
    Don't want no feud!
    This is my rule.

    allpoetry.com/list/26658

    Tiki Cat
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  • Ir.muse
    March 15, 2006
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    This is a great sad piece dear friend.
    Wish you happy days.
    Shahrzad


  • PrabhuDayal Khattar silver member
    March 15, 2006
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    Let us hold hands and play, into the bones of our song,
    we are free, dangling in the air, skinless creatures of the night.

    great immagery and scenario here indeed..

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