In the grass
we’re holding hands,
Above us, a nuclear winter’s kiss
is blooming.
I wet my lips.
This love will not be
my last song.
All along, the world’s been burning,
and now we’re learning,
It’s too soon to see it end.
Every day we’re a little colder,
while we’re freezing,
the world still smolders,
our skin falling off like rose petals
as the days grow longer.
This love will not be
my last song.
All along, the world’s been burning,
and now we’re learning,
It’s too soon to see it end.
Author notes
Good stuff.
A contest entry
- Loving Memories And Melodies by The Rainbows Mind.
1590 points, ended June 29, 2009, 11 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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i love how you tell a story with this. it's not about being in love. it's about letting go. that's what i think anyway. i think you have some great potential here. looking forward to reading more!
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great imagery. I liked how it kinda of sounded like a song. You did a great job with this.
Keep it up.
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Your poem has an interesting. It has a song-like rhthym to it even though it doesnt follow a specific form. I like that you have repeated the stanza... it adds to the music of it... I love the imagery in the line, "our skin falling off like rose petals." Beautiful!
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excellent
this poem is really good and very thoughtful it really shows that you open your heart for this poem
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wow, i like this poem.. well written.. keep up the good work.
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Indeed it is good stuff. You should be proud of this poem.
It does a fantastic job of incorporating not only love, weather, bits of rhyme, and other clever poetic device. It also does a great job at showing the unique contrast patern.
Someone growing cold in this ever so heated world
but "This love will not
be my last song.
Great poem, good luck in the contest, and thanks for entering.
BC.
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