Car window fog-
frightening to look at
when it's not your own.
Backseat leather sticks
to unknown skin, going noticed
when attention purposely wanders.
Awkward engine roars,
failing to break silence
of more than shocked mind.
Little blind eyes
go unnoticed..
memory fails to fade.
Small innocent ears
can't yet listen,as
large heart beats fast.
Eyes penetrate bathroom stall wall,
proof in hand-
memories never fade.
Unwanted fog is manipulating
not successful in twisting minds images.
Too late is the day-
Unwanted tiny feet grow
unable to be stopped.
Car window fog
always goes unwanted
but little fingers bend, as
hearts beat together.
Young and unexperienced-
no longer unwanted.
Pictures drawn in car window fog
freezes,
hardships remembered
leaving room to draw more.
'Off The Cuff', much older than I,
waits patiently for StarChild-
mothers of the future
wait, holding hearts high-
always being
unable.
Sorrow fills mind with thought-
me
so young,
and they
so unlucky.
Backseat leather sticks.
Memories never fade.
And little mind waits.
A contest entry
- Babies and Parents by Billythekid.
1600 points, ended March 26, 2008, 20 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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This is incredibly deep and amazing. It is one of the iginal writes I have seen. Fantastind thanks for entering my contest.
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W.O.W.
^-^ great job. This is amazing! I don't know what else to say this is beautiful! ^-^
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This is a beautiful poem and that's all I can say...speechless.
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Holy Moley.....
Um...speechless....excellent ,excellent poem. Good thing I'm sitting down....
This one is deffently a save...Holy Moley! I'm sending you extra pts as a gift for the next poet.
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Poignant.
There is a great deal of depth to this one and you get carried along with the theme of the poem with each line. You executed this one perfectly in fine verbal form.
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thank you. I don't know how to go into the subject without depth. It's a pretty deep matter. hah.
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