The pebbles drop slowly
from the cascading falls,
forced down in hurry
past the bleeding walls.
They turn in the slapping
of the churned up waves,
heavy at the bottom
of the beauty it slaves.
Their polish is wearing
growing dull in the pond,
the mystery revealed
in the dark caves of beyond.
The chemicals dissipate
into the lapping current,
poisoning the atmosphere
with no good intent.
The pool begins bubbling
errupting in toxic potions,
sullying cave chambers
and stopping the world's motions.
And when friends and family
try to visit this planet,
never again will they stutter
or begin to forget...
For when they arrive
after so long being away,
the sky will be ashen-
the oceans all gray.
For the world has fallen
to the final bout of pollution,
she has given up hope
for a new revolution.
...
And here the world lies
in a bed of sorrows,
taken over by stones
that took her tomorrows.
Author notes
The pebbles are pills- so the rest should make some sense now. Caves; organs. Ocean/pond; stomach, blood streams. Atmosphere; oxygen, carbon dioxide, etc. The world is the girl.
A contest entry
- The Broken R! by Ms Raneika.
600 points, ended March 9, 2007, 88 entries
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Comments
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I like how excellent this poem was written....thanks for enteing my contest much love, Raneika
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amazing to the extreme. breath taking. honestly absolutly breath taking. wow your metaphors were just amazing chika. i cant even say me gusta mucho like i usually do because i looooooove it sooo much more. really really reall amazing write.
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lol- THANK YOU!!
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