I sit before this twisted willow,
That gives feeble appearance but deceives its strengths,
Knowledgeable knots that line its branches
Shall be the substance of forgotten fables.
A natural wonder of arcane law,
Has influenced the enchanted thoughts of generations,
Yet has outlived them all,
Bearing withered appearance.
But there is far more than the eye can see,
To this visual obscenity presented,
That when its wild nature is tamed,
It shall bare quality beyond mortal expectations.
By Marc.C.Gillings
Please tell me what you think
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cool!
hmmm...do you really think its wild nature can be tamed...
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Oh. This is an interesting poem in here.
I like how it sounds like a fairy tale with the way you said things in this. It didn't really seem to tell a story though. More like a beginning thought you were having that you drifted off before you finished. It feels like that is only part of what you were thinking. Or it seems like that to me anyways. I liked the way you worded this though.
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i like this peom because it's about trees. i also like the fact that its almost as if the tree is more than just a tree...i dunno.
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This is really cool in a simple but effective sort of way. It's hard to describe, but the poem conveys a kind of serene mood, not unlike how trees stand silently day before day, no matter what happens around.
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i like your poem itz deep keepup the good work
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