Listen to the thunder
As the groan deepens
As the clouds get closer
as my road steepens
Hear the lightning strike
hear as it destroys
Hear as it gets louder
Hear that horrible noise
Feel the earth shaking
as it vibrates the ground
Feel history in the making
and listen to the rumbling sound
Now feel your heart beating
is it broken or is it fixed?
If broken is it healing?
Or still in pieces of six?
November 4, Late That Night, 2007
A contest entry
- No Perfection by xTomorrowx.
500 points, ended June 6, 2008, 33 entries
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Comments
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I like it, poems like this seem to come straight from the heart without thinking, without caring what others may think, until later when you read it again and others want to read it =P I love the thunder at the start, I love thunder, it's one of my favourite sounds, yeah I'm crazy =P
This is a really good poem, I really like it, it's just so real you know? Not like some of the fake feelings I've seen people post on here (And yes, I'm guilty of that also) This is just unlike some of that and it's great...
Thanks for entering and good luck! =)
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