Riddled in unkempt news, shaking hues, as
silver shades of vain swept corruptively,
dissolving and solving world mysteries.
Late beggars slept in icy promises,
layered in confidence, we lept in faith.
Us, freaks of distinction, running aground.
Lively horrors followed likely stories,
none were yet to be believed, just perceived,
as walking laughter fell behind the times.
Tented pensions, disgraced through calluses.
Theories erased, destiny takes her toll,
last words; "Times of wind-up revolution."
Author notes
imacrazyface101
AliceinPoetryLand - http://allpoetry.com/poem/3423026 The Game of Life
DK akaLunaticSerene -http://allpoetry.com/poem/2421455 Crimson Wisteria
ten thousand cicadas -- http://allpoetry.com/poem/3303552 The Prophet
I kinda took something from all of them, just a feeling of disaster, but the one that most inspired me was Crimson Wisteria.
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There is a whole lot of imagery captured within the lines of this poem and I absolutely love that
You've done a fantastic job with this - thank you for entering it into the contest!
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Great poem!Nice imagery. Thanks for entering.
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Yes, lots of immagry... the most of it reminded me of desperation and 'huddled masses' so to speak. Very interesting style, I had to stop and think about many of the references.
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this is a fun poem to read, with a lot of great images and creative invocations. I like it, very well done and powerful. great job, best of luck in the contest.
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Your poets are:
Aliceinpoetryland
DK akaLunaticSerene
& ten thousand cicadas
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=^^= that's cute.
~ love the rain ~
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