As each layer of our hearts are torn,
by malicious upbringing,
we are easily shredded,
brought to our knees…
As sweet daisy’s are easily plucked,
tossed to earth with little worry.
Sliced repeatedly by memories,
Why can’t we be free?
Author notes
Prompt given: RULES ::-
40 words or Less.
No end line rhyme.
Nothing Religious.
Do not use any part of the quote in your poem.
'They slit our throats
Like we were flowers'
-MM-
A contest entry
- Quote Inspired. [40 words or Less] by Naridill.
450 points, ended March 24, 2008, 15 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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A nice mark to set the standard of contest with. Its got its imagery and depth to form a unique piece in brevity.
Thanks for entering,
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A clever metaphor. Smartly written. Good luck in the contest.
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Very well written & Versed with good flow--Best of luck in the contest!
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This is very sad and not like the Shannon I know.
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A Good write but with sad undertones. I have often thought why can I not be free of bad memories but then come to the conclusion that if there were none at all we would not know the good times. Enjoyed this one (Brian)
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