There are two worlds,
Both different and fairy,
Both have black days,
Sometimes too scary,
There are two worlds.
We have control over the world
We can create,
In our head, and make it so exciting,
So wonderfully beautiful and calm.
We have control,
We rule its' every moment,
In our head, we're composing, writing,
And see it clearly, it is on the palm.
And when imagination dies,
There is no way.
When sadness fills our veins with spite,
And carry our dreams away.
There is the other "I",
Who's watching us.
Trying to stop the fight,
Trying to save the day.
There are two worlds,
Both gorgeous and eternal,
Both have the helping hands,
That so soft and vernal,
There are two worlds.
A contest entry
- Let Your Imagination Run Free #16 (Picture Contest) by Aussie Gypsy.
450 points, ended August 21, 2007, 16 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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There are two worlds,
Both different and fairy,
Both have black days,
Sometimes too scary,
There are two worlds.
There are two worlds,
Both gorgeous and eternal,
Both have the helping hands,
That so soft and vernal,
There are two worlds.
I love how you went from the scary to the beauty of the two worlds.
Riftkin -
Wonderful piece here, I love the imagery this paints in my mind and the thoughts it leaves me with
Thank you for taking the time to enter this contest, I wish you the best of luck
Karen -
Great write here
So true what you write for when hope flies away the inner soul tends to die along with it . How does one come back from that how do they come back
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i love the imagry of the two worlds, great description. beautifully written. good luck in the contest.
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