Flickering flames of passion and lust
Still enough to fan the fires
Create once more defying time
A child born.
A decade forgotten left to the shadows
Of time passed unremembered in the mind
Of a child unable to commit to memory
The days that slipped through
On the falling grains of sand
The hour glass was tipped again
Shattering to the floor emptying the years
Setting them forth to the winds
Eternal youth set free.
Storming the hills on hands and knees we go
Sliding down the side to the walls of the kingdom
Entering muddied we cleanse quickly
Ready to receive a conquerors meal
Freshly cooked perfection never tasted so real.
Pushing ourselves over the flat ground
Surrounded by weeds an endless convoy of steel
Heads down we rush through
Uncaught in the web, unscathed we cut a path
Past the castle and into the jungle
Prepared for sabotage unsuspecting of war.
Flipping over the bridges
Burning everything to the ground
Hunkered down in the trench, surrounded.
The screams roared from a dozen angles
We moved swiftly, a deer in the cross hairs.
Breaking out we headed for the hills
Guerrilla tactics our forte
We ducked from tree to tree
Cover fire on target
They could do little but duck and yell
A pair of snipers the enemy at the gates.
Returning for the one we lost
A flickering flame still burning
Out numbered, cornered and scared
Cocky attitude will get us nowhere
Blood soaks your shirt
A coward born.
Author notes
though your eyes will never see this, and there are no scars, the memory will last forever.
A contest entry
- Best Prewrites From December 2007 by amaranthine lover.
800 points, ended January 11, 2008, 40 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Storming the hills on hands and knees we go
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I liked the AN...
And though I know I didn't quite get it, I don't think that's much the point. It was intense, and completely took me away.
Freshly cooked perfection never tasted so real.
That was my favorite line I think. I loved this like crazy.
{Sarah.♥}
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'The hour glass was tipped again
Shattering to the floor emptying the years' I loved these lines.
Really nice write.
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thanks its actually a story over fabricated of my youth with an old best friend...though i doubt hed ever recall it if told like this i see it
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vivid imagery, strong language, huge impact. i lovelovelovelovelove it. <3
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I love the imagery in this piece, and I love what you are saying in this piece thanks for entering
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OMG! This is so real, so riveting, and so brought forth with life!! Your usage of imagery has rendered me speechless my dear son. You honour me!!!!
Keep penning.
~Inc."
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thanks this piece is the beginning of a possible series in which I am trying to invite people to the most important highly personal moments of my life and place them in that moment. i tried to combine a list of metaphors and actual images in order to get a real yet seemingly fairytale feel to it. glad you enjoyed it
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