Each feeling we pursue
Connects the dots
In the night’s sky
Indulging revelations
Of our puzzling presents
In blind-stricken eyes
Though struggling
We are significant letters
Of a cryptic alphabet
Of prideful words
Each wind-propelling feather
Of this powerful calling
In the form of a flaming bird
That covers the tearing moon
In our enemies’ acclaim
Fear roars conceitedly
But we give it fright
For the rain has come, gone, dried
Shall it be
A tearless night
A contest entry
- I Need Some Pick Me Ups by di ivers.
600 points, ended December 20, 2007, 18 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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i really enjoyed reading this poem i want to thank you for entering my contest and good luck....
~~DI~~
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