Prisms press tightly sanctioned eyes
Disallowing sweet luster
Refractions bleed harsh from the skies
Spheres torn asunder
Stab my bawdiness once again
With coffin splinters sharp
Lesser portions of a stained pen
Revealing all of want
Hand in blue towards the latter rain
I'd pour out all the ink for you
Drowning all the useless bane
With what surrender makes
A contest entry
- Think Abstract by Jfd.
600 points, ended November 29, 2007, 14 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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this is a beautiful and divine write bro which holds alot within the words you have penned
well done and best of luck
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Divine!
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this is an interesting write....not sure if I like each line starting off capitalized, I liked this though, especially the last stanza....thank you for entering
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wow! Do the capitals effect the piece, I never noticed.
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