"Out! Out! Damned spot!"
She cried unto the night
All her hopes had vanished
In a haste of hate and spite
Beginning with a pebble
As an avalanche will do
Then spewing forth the anger
On wings of fate, ill-flew
As the crimson stains the spotless
And the pure no longer is
The truth of what's been done
Leaves its mark upon her bliss
And she may try to blot it
From the canvas of the world
May try to bleach the error
To reality she hurled
But in one blood stained instant
Her despair is all there lies
And she ne'er shall ease the curse
No matter how she tries
Blood will run, and naught undone
And scarlet conquor snow
And once an act has been set forth
"Out, Out" it shall not go
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wow.. i agree with the pllz that commented below.. great poem.... i like the line "blood will run, naught undone and scarlet conquor snow".. i love that! so beutifully written! GREAT GREAT JOB!!!
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Captivating! Blessed words...as always! Thank you for sharing!!!
Love you~
Az
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An intersting choice of subject. I liked the spite and the spewing and you are almost there but 'and the pure no loner is' doesnt quite work. Try bashing out the rhythm on your knee it can clarify the beat which you are obviously aware of but need to keep in tune with
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Thanks ever so much for your comments; I'll read it again to see. I re-edit my work a lot, but sometimes I do like kicking conformity to the curb once in a while. Thanks for reading!
S
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OOOh, so cool! I loved it! I'm wondering if you meant for the third stanza to be dividing in half, but it still makes sense the way it is, in fact, I like it! I haven't seen anyone use that background in a long time, and I thought it was refreshing and went well with your poem. Great job!
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Actually I did mean to combine the third stanza. Thanks for the help though!
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