How is it I hear from bitter tongue?
sweet posies to a symphony
of heaven’s song
behind blue eyes, are colors gray
lavishly painting
fragrance to roses bloomed
no stars will appear
to glimmer tonight
a brooding flame
flickers
uttered words
to rhythm the heart
secrets drip
from blinded sight
with warm breath
her voice grows cold
spilling more thoughts
to unfathomed
lies.
A contest entry
- don't rush 2 by layla..
300 points, ended October 26, 2007, 12 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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i enjoyed your style and imagery. loved your ending
good luck!
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strong imagery and a good take on the prompt. i got a little lost in the flow of it all. line breaks werent always effective.
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secrets drip from cold eyes and mouths, indeed....well done my friend.
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I was thinking of entering this one, but after reading a few entries like this..sheesh
bars getting pretty high. lol. Excellent.
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Row...
you are a dynamo at spilling words...and do a good limbo...I think you should spill it baby...
you'd probably win...haha...
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