Seven skittles split between the three of us
One for you, one for me, one for her, one for me
(Being the eldest I had almost a duty to cheat them)
Seven class periods throughout a high school day
Some I loved and some Id dread
Seventh period was psychology, my favorite
Seven was an age of magic
Me and my white horse flying through the clouds
when the real world got too real
(At seven all the smells were sweeter, sights stronger
feelings fuller)
Finding lucky number seven on the skating rink floor
Who will win the cotton candy prize?
Seven years to realize it was time to end a bad marraige
Around the corner I found the love of my life
Seven hundred lessons learnt (the hard way)
carried in my pocket
If I could laugh seven times a day,
I think Id be happy for the rest of my life
A contest entry
- Seven by zt.
307 points, ended August 6, 2007, 6 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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Well done on winning the bronze. Well deserved...
Seven was an age of magic
Me and my white horse flying through the clouds
when the real world got too real
Amazing imagery! And oh, to be a child of seven again...
Good luck in future contests and with your poetry.
~ crisstiena ♦
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I can't vouch for laughing seven times a day making you happy for the rest of your life, but laughing is supposed to be good for your health. Doing so may just help you live longer! ~grin~ Your poem carries many overtures of seven. I loved your first stanza. The line about it being your duty was fabulous! Thanks for entering this...
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Oh wow Ms Sarah, what a beautiful thought. What wonderful sets float around in that head of yours. I'm impressed; thank you seven times.
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