Time flies like a bloody rock bouncing to the ground,
thrown for no more apparent reason than to cause harm.
The ticking is maddening, or is it the pulse in my ears?
Hysteria at the ways of the world making me cringe.
Nonsence writings on schoolroom walls makes me dream.
Saccharin smiles on plaster faces in the rain, melting.
The silence screaming to break it, none answering.
Silenty, shoulders heaving, I weep.
In a list
A contest entry
- Abstract Poetry #17 (Pic Inspired) by The Cube.
1000 points, ended May 31, 2007, 19 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
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very abstract. the last four lines very evocative.
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This is another type of piece that makes the mind ponder.....a wonderful job here, thanks for sharing yet another great piece.
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blew my mind. is my mind!
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Very nice indeed good form everyting nice job!
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Good work on this one. Love the abstractional use as well. Good luck to you.
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