Absent beauty, a tiger with its pelt blueberry covered
Fines a squirrel, virtue encircles...she’s lifeless, true beauty
Its takes no refugee upon the squirrel, the mouth’s pleasure
The world has toke within my beauty and has
Pasted it within the daylight skies and spiritual night
I find my soul luminosity, capturing my heart catastrophic.
Pleasure like sun rays of glitter dressing the grass clean green.
How it seems to buff within other’s like a lovers carved eye
how you can see the churning of vivid beam, magical
no more of that, no more of the gentle turfs and vibrant sighs
within my eyes, gentle like quiet rain, seeds from the sky
of another blessing burying the soul for another living
Life with its lips, they gasp the sounds of shrill and jokey skies
and the wind, it seems to never know where its going
and the flora, constant stares, its features so pretty.
Life the happiness one will always see... the stable beauty
Yet when hate comes like a leopard upon its shell
These things come like busy bees upon the soul’s delicate hive
I then only wait for it to take my everything... and wait for
My life to swim alone, alone to my once home
I only wait again to find this contentment
for my days have called itself for slumber and my eyes they
can’t make forth an effort to create a dream. I can not find my
true mirror the light, the hushed light it won’t speak the reflection
of a soul humble and sweet... how sad
A contest entry
- Options and Options and Guess What More Options! by neoladyem.
550 points, ended March 1, 2008, 25 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
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This is a really grand poem. You have written here. The vocably was great and I just love all the detials. But you didn't put what option you did in the notes. Can you please fix that?
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This is a really lovely write. good job
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wow is all I can say, thanks for the entry and good luck XD
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It was really unique how you used nature as a way to tell your life. You have a very original style of writing.
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You have an original style,a richness within the thoughts that flow naturally with the metaphorical animals and all things natural herein,it had an intensity with sincerity and poignancy,indeed when we do not feel contentment we yearn for that state again but if what we previously yearned for brought unrest then where do our dreams fly to in earnest to be freed? Good luck in the contest
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it was lovely and dfoes describe you and your feelings. the flow was nice and it was lovely to read. thnx for the entry and good luck
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Very interesting write.
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dayum...........................................i'm speechless and no words could summarize the way this hits me
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Bravo
Lovely and very poignant, touching…some truly wonderful images and fantastic poetic phrasings here. It is lush with these marvelous images…a stupendously ornate poem…bravo…bravo…
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WOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!that is so amazing
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Wow, raw and vivid. It describes in such a tantalizing way. The images are freshly painted across my mind. Your metaphorics of the cats is impressive. Beautiful write. Thank you for sharing. Luck for the contest.
"Writing is a form of art and if you pen it from your heart you shall never write wrong."
~SongByrd
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Life with its lips, they gasp the sounds of shrill and jokey skies
and the wind, it seems to never know where its going
Yet when hate comes like a leopard upon its shell
These things come like busy bees upon the soul’s delicate hive
I then only wait for it to take my everything... and wait for
My life to swim alone, alone to my once home
I only wait again to find this contentment
for my days have called itself for slumber and my eyes they
can’t make forth an effort to create a dream. I can not find my
true mirror the light, the hushed light it won’t speak the reflection
of a soul humble and sweet... how sad
you summarize a whole life and whole world of not just you but of everything within it, and this is so beautiful, and original and sweet that it brings tears to my eyes. ...and the wind, it seems to never know where its going... this is life, and hope, the wind is our heart and our desiny and its uncertainty is why we can go on even when our heaarts aare broken.
so profound. i love your beautiful poem. ,,,Danni
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