Contradicting spray paint marks the streets where I once walked,
Blue and red like pictures that the children drew with chalk.
Empty handed people trample all the dying grass,
And I can only wonder when someday they'll stop to ask.
Cars drive by as people smoke,
Can't they see the children choke?
Poor men steal as we walk by,
Why don't we undo this lie?
Dreamers wander through the parks,
Clearly rimmed by city marks;
And what is left to build upon,
When all the empty space is gone?
Author notes
I'm hoping to try and get this one published in a teen magazine, what do you think?
Written March 30th, 2006
A contest entry
- Anything, anything, anything!! by augustconfession.
300 points, ended June 30, 2006, 75 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
What did you think
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awesome =]
I LOVE THIS POEM JULES!!!!!!!! this is really really great!!
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i really liked, "empty handed people" trample all the dying grass"
makes me think of the nothing we have(had) to offer this once beautiful world. i think you're luck is substantial in getting this one published.
oh, and you probably don't remember me, but i was just looking through some older stuff i had written, and was reading "silence proves" which i had entered in a contest you'd started.. and i was curious as to your views, and writing capability. i was not disappointed.
~Drew (once OmniMalpher)
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