Images of utopias
having castles written with one's name,
fuel the plasma of desire,
secretly inspiring to reach beyond where the arms ache,
walking when the legs burn
ignoring chants of quit
from the corpses who died, but still breathe,
languishing on the grim reaper's waiting list
waiting for him to call their number.
It is breath that never quits
runs in times when others crawl,
refuses to accept excuses
for chasing rainbows and dreams.
Finding peace not in quitting,
but never giving up,
deriving joy from the pure ecstasy of facing a test
no matter the risk or results.
Coming to the mattress of conscience
sleeping peacefully without guilt
from knowing the heart didn't faint
even if life never saw what flows
in the veins.
A contest entry
- The Mediocre Against Mediocrity by laughingstock.
450 points, ended May 19, 2007, 11 entries
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This is a good piece. There isn't much I can say to improve upon so here's my reaction.
The views in this poem are really well presented. and it speaks on a level that I wasn't expecting to find in this contest and that's a very good thing. It speaks of perseverance and hope and life's worth and I never see anything like this. And I really enjoy reading things like that.
You get extra points for using the word "languish" I love that word.
thanks for entering my contest.
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Thank you for the wonderful comment.
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Wow!!
Powerful piece penned Sweetness and I read this several times because it just spoke out~
Beautifully presented and just grabs the reader~
Thank You for sharing Your Talent!
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It is breath that never quits
runs in times when others crawl,
refuses to accept excuses
for chasing rainbows and dreams.
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Loved It!!
Best wishes to You in the contest
Many blessings too
and my Love
~ Desire~*~
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Awww, thank you precious. You always give me a reason to never quit.
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