Sometimes...
we forget about Him
And we do want we want and go out on wims
We never notice we are straying from the path
We never do the math
We wait and wait
Like fish bait
Tell we're almost to late
Then we run for the gate
To hide form the hate
We find Him again
In the noise and din
We say we're sorry and we will behave
Sometimes...
We lie
A contest entry
- SOMETIMES: A word to use for this poem. by Angel Full Of Hurt.
666 points, ended October 28, 2007, 16 entries
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Comments
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hmmm.. Your rhymes seem a little be forced, like 'Tell we're almost to late/Then we run for the gate/To hide form the hate' can you feel it?
But otherwise, great write.
Nice job
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this is good
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My poem is christian
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