In the darkest hours of the night
I see them swimming round my room
Coming through the cracks in the door
Moving across my walls
The moolight shows them on my wall
Many shapes and sizes
At first they seem to creep and crawl
But truly they are gliding
In the darkest hours of the night
I let myself watch them
And I hear you ask of what do I write?
I'll tell you....
Maybe in the moring.
A contest entry
- A Wordplay Poetry Contest by -BlackKnight-.
600 points, ended June 9, 2008, 38 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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Nice
This is a lovely poem, keep writtin,
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Shadows.
Interesting piece. A bit to obvious for this contest though. It was supposed to make us think. Although, this had some great imagery. Just not quite right for this contest. I do love it. -
"Shadows".
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cool
I love the way you ended this poem!
great write
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