Citys popping up in sight
Friends being cut down
Oh how this isn't right
This place is turning into
A town.
Feeling so much pain
As they fall one by one
All going down a shredding drain
Screaming as they turn to dust
Now i am surviving one.
The one who stands taller
Taller then the endless sky
Dying are all the others
Now i am the only one
There, next in line to die.
My trunk is strong
If you think you are
But you are wrong
Because my trunk will
Withstand your saws.
My leaves so green
the wind beneath my leaves
The mood so serene
But all are gone now
Now its all i dream.
Their screams echo loud
Throughout my bark
Hiding in a leafy shroud
I am the last tree standing
This place pitch black dark.
Author notes
16) Write from the point of view of the last tree standing in the forest.
A contest entry
- 18 PROMPTS, pick ONE and write from your HEART, I dare you. by SeptemberFaith.
1050 points, ended March 25, 2007, 36 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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Amazing
Wow, you have no idea one part i did like was "Now i am the only one
There, next in line to die."
But there were some awkward rhymes in ther -
I think this was a good attempt at this prompt. Good luck in the contest Poet. Criss
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