Watching quietly at your hands
They rest so peacefully on your covers
Thick, thick blanket to keep your chilly
Body warm
And your tiny movements, gentle, slow
Bizarrely graceful and pale, your eyelids
They flutter so noiselessly, in your
Muted sleep
Beautiful angel, my
Grown-up rag doll
Whispers of never cloud your nearing future
Don’t you know, die young- stay beautiful
Beautiful angel, you’re my
Grown-up rag doll
Roses, poppies, daisies by the bed
Lethargic in their store-bought vase
I watch the edges brown and droop as they
Rot away
Waking and going back to dreams
You float through illness, visits from friends
Love you, love you, love you, I whisper in your
Still ear
Beautiful angel, my
Grown-up rag doll
Whispers of never cloud your nearing future
Don’t you know, die young- stay beautiful
Beautiful angel, you’re my
Grown-up rag doll
Plastic and skinny, these fragile tubes
Hydrating the veins, so blue on your wrist
Ugly and angelic, they lie across your figure
Beautifully tragic
Surfacing and sinking away from my gaze
Do I want to talk, do you want to talk
Let’s play pretend, hide-and-seek with the truth
Looming nearer
Beautiful angel, my
Grown-up rag doll
Whispers of never cloud your nearing future
Don’t you know, die young- stay beautiful
Beautiful angel, you’re my
Grown-up rag doll
Fly away angel
You tainted, innocent, beautiful rag doll
Please tell me what you think
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This was so stunning and intense and sad.
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very well written
this is amazing. i love it. and i wish the best for you in my contest. -
You did a beautiful poem here. The words were so descriptive with good euphemisms. A grown-up rag doll is a very good way to describe a person with aids. This is one of those poems one has to read several times to get a good grasp of all that you are saying. It is definately not a boring or cliche ridden write. Bravo to you.
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Your use of "rag doll" was really quite clever to me. Connotations of someone limp, despairing, but loved very much indeed. Well done friend.
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Beautifully Sad
Man, what can be said of this? I think of all those little babies in the hospital. Your poem is beautifully sad. This is a really stunning piece...I'm surprised it doesn't have more reads. my favorite line is "hide-and-seek with the truth" speaks volumes of the world and is especially fitting with this piece. Keep penning!
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Thank you for the nice comment- however I meant it to be about a young adult with AIDS and the "I" is the friend (of similar age.) I was wondering how to say this, that's why I said "grown-up" rag doll.
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This is really good.. and sad.. I really like it!
Great write.
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