O Devil`s drinkered trinkets
Held beneath a nose,
Delivers anyones` Soul to
No Man`s Land.
Sitting, Smiling, Drinking, Thinking,
Obscure by definition, An Abstract Division,
Tries to hold upon it Soul of
Very old, ways to see but hard to be,
When No Man`s Land`s the evil city.
Coleridgian collisions, rational
derision leads away from the subtle sun and battles won,
To misty groves and cobwebbed alcoves.
Slowy takes the cues, far too subtle to refuse,
And slithen well in delicate smell, the mind conducts it`s special trick,
Of changing colours,
Very slick.
Author notes
Wrote this years ago, but something had to be my first posting, so be it!
Please tell me what you think
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This is deffinately very different to some of the other stuff i have read and although im pretty new at the whole poetry writting, reading and commenting i must say that i really like this one.
Like i said, im pretty new to the whole thing so if you have any hints of tips of general comments you could give me i would be very grateful indeed. So, erm, message me back if you want with anything that might help me (obviously you dont have to...) but if you do it would be a great help!!
Thanks loads,
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Cute
A little abstract but found the humor in the end! A tumultuous piece that left me thinking of colors clashing with such grace!
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