Jealous of your own words as sickly sweet gerunds slip from your tongue.
Congealed antonyms form in your eyes as the stars fall,
while participles and adverbs dance around the Maypole.
But your words cut the Sun causing it to bleed fire, for Humanity.
Burn carbs from running your tongue.
Poems seep through your pores,
Soaking into the Earth making it everlasting.
A contest entry
- Time For You To Take A Chance ~ Round One by Tears and Raine.
320 points, ended January 26, 2008, 176 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - Round One of Five by Kei-Aira.
450 points, ended February 5, 2008, 27 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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This was a really fasciniating and unique job you did here. Thank you for sharing it and good luck in your contest.
♥ Touchof1der -
Gerunds and participles are not fun to label in sentences. I like your use of English:1 grammar.
"bleed fire" <- That is a crazy image.
Nice work, this is a very original piece.
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