Her ghost in the fog
Her spirit in the mist
A Fallen spirit-cloud
A broken and bloodied wrist
A maiden fallen ill
Her mind has grown weak
As well as her will
Portions rationed, meager, meek
Felines mincing along a whitewashed fence
No longer am I here, my spirit flown hence
Creeping along a wall, my breath ragged
I can’t even see, no longer do I brag it
So shall I linger on this Emerald Isle
Please, come visit, if only for a while...
Not very good....but oh well! ^-^
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this is an awesome poem, the title suits it very well, keep writing!!!!
~Ashley~ -
not very good......liar. this is very good.
Felines mincing along a whitewashed fence
No longer am I here, my spirit flown hence
realllllly liked these lines the most...why? i have no clue. -
not very good?? pfffft! this is a great poem, it has clear images and seamless rhyme.. it was well worth the read, thanks for sharing, ienjoyed
Shanelle -
Not good? I think it was worth every minute and time put into it. Well done.
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