Razor sharp rainbows
sent to tear the world apart
piece by piece
until there is nothing left
Bright colors
mask the gruesome nature
no pot of gold
at the end of the reaper's plaything
Razor sharp rainbows
come to bid us all farewell
this once happy symbol
transformed into the reaper's sickle
A contest entry
- It's Strange!! by meoncloud9.
600 points, ended May 21, 2007, 15 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
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I love it!! It's sooo awesome!! Lol.
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this poem is amazing!!! I love how you turned something completely innocent and put another view on it, that's great. Also, my favorite is "Bright colors
mask the gruesome nature". Good write! -
dude! this is like frickin sweet! no seriously...its totally awesome...i love it...kudos to you...
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Ooo... I like it. Excellent lines.
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Strange and Sweet. The beauty of your imagination is very well expressed in this poem. This part of the write is indeed very lovely,
'Razor sharp rainbows
come to bid us all farewell
this once happy symbol
transformed into the reaper's sickle'
Keep writing..
Best of luck,
regards
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