A feeling of importance,
the duty to uphold justice.
I'll stomp your face in,
or I will show you love.
These boots and braces,
they keep me strong.
With every step I take,
I know I am not wrong.
My weapon is my mind,
and my protection in my gut.
My instinct is my heart,
and my weakness is my love.
A contest entry
- Choose your weapon by Neophyte.
600 points, ended April 28, 2007, 9 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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Oof, I love the last four lines.
Weapon, protection, instinct, weakness. Regression, if you ask me. Nicely done. I like that poem a lot.
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Stomp...kill...hey powerful words here! Love, braces and everything a teen girl struggles with. Very well written, lots of imagery. Your AP Mom~ Sie
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are you a soldier marching with these thoughts?
thats the impression i got out of this poem.
nice write up and thank you for entering -
awww this is a beautifull poem..this was very well done!!! you are a great poet! I really liked this one..I cant wait to read more of your poems best of luck in the contest and keep writing
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