It's final...
you will greet me there
and her future,
through the vertical door.
In the blue sea,
caught on the outside looking in.
Lost: Love
now it's forever goodbye.
Used to be mine,
I reach out into thin air.
I am so proud,
this may be the final goodbye.
And very much alive,
and not but a dream.
Until HE calls you home,
you're mine
with the other sheep.
In a list
A contest entry
- Build A Poem with the Last Lines of Your Own Poetry! FUN! by Melodies.
600 points, ended March 16, 2008, 15 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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hahahaha, you're mine - with the other sheep
I can't stop laughing ... this is the most amazing and amusing poem I have read in a long time, mainly because it has been randomly put together ... I have never tried this, but you definitely gave me some inspiration and the motivation to go for it ...
congratulations on the silver,
maa
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WOW... You nearly pulled it off.
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And the perfect title...
Funny how all of them seemed to fit together... With the other sheep...lol
Good luck in the contest.
All the best,
~T.S~
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With the other sheep... hehehe yours almost make sense for the most part, mine lost it in the last stanza, great idea though huh.... goodluck in the contest hun
Karen
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Interesting idea for a contest - picking the last line of your poems and creating a new one. Sure makes for some unusual poetry!
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