Ice water blue coming,
Going with the tide.
Hold my darker eyes
Away from the crashing waves.
Intelligence written in every look,
Dancing methodically in every glance.
What does he think when he speaks to me?
Wished for knowledge slipping through my grasp;
Like water through gritty peastone.
Ice water blue leaving,
Going with the tide.
Releasing my darker eyes unintentionally
To fall into the crashing waves.
Author notes
Contest Write
A contest entry
- Think. by Maybe Anastasia.
300 points, ended March 7, 2008, 16 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please judge critically if you'd like.
Comments
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alright, this is a creative poem, i am a little iffy on what it is about, but i still love the flow and everything keep it flowing and good luck in the contest
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very nice! I like the use of background. I think it gives the strong words even more effect. really nice write. Thanks for the entry.
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