Locked out of the burning garden
By burgundy pain that will bleed faith dry
Unrelenting ivy grows down your velvet spine
Hiding heated whispers and embers that cry
Tongue tied doves toss pearls made of stones
The closed gate reveals what the mirror will not show
Crooked teeth sky scraping in this towering tale of yours
Crystal pillars crumble, imaginary dwellers know
And applaud the garden blazing
But see through the curtain raising
A contest entry
- Let's Do Dark by Dalaney.
900 points, ended April 8, 2008, 25 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
I love feedback, good or bad. I just want to get better so give me honest opinions
Comments
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well, it's like i keep saying, you're writing truely is reaching new highs. great work.
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i think this poem went great with your title my frienmd
you gave me alot of images
good luck in the contest
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Truly one of the best. Your writing captivates and holds onto the reader - thank you for this. Love, Lane
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beautiful:]
great imagery
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