Wounds gouging with teeth marks
of tears,
band-aids from angel's appear
somewhere between the final throb
and last rites,
before mummification of plasma writhing,
there is a new sound coming from the chest,
question if it was occupied by a cold dead stone
are answered
with eyes showering their hugs of knowing.
A contest entry
- Break The Cliche by Lyre-Bird-.
550 points, ended April 13, 2007, 17 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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Firstly I want to thank you for entering the contest and following all the rules........
Your entry has been added to the finals list!!!!!
wish you the best of luck!!!!!!!!!!!!!!1
Tracey
*the finals list is in no set order, Judging takes place after the closing of the contest..............


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Oy!!
Wow~
Packed Power in ten lines
Beautiful verse that grabs at the Heartstrings...
Blessings felt in this one
Loved it
Thank You for sharing this Sweetness!!
Best wishes to You in the contest
Many blessings too
and my Love
~ Desire~*~


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Awwww, thank you precious. Did what I could with this one.
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