She sits there silently all alone
No one near her, she has out grown.
As she walks by they stop and stare but she brushes it off like they arent there.
Beautiful colors follow behind while she walks in a world of her own.
Imagination, unknown, beauty, color, snow.
Imagination gone wild, crazy, mysterious.
Unknown to those around, they dont understand bc she is different.
Beauty is what she holds from the inside to the out, no one can hold it, she is free.
Color so random of life, she withers from afar then outgrows in strife.
Snow in which she sleeps, locked away from all, but tried to show with her way to glow.
Amber....the name and curse she bares but no one cares, they see beauty in lost eyes.
A contest entry
- promt/ rainbows and blood by tainfinite.
800 points, ended May 24, 2008, 18 entries
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Comments
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welcome to all poetry
Hi BertBrutal,
Being different is hard sometimes but i think truely strong people are different. Not afraid to do their own thing
Good poem, please keep writing, reading and commenting
Barbara
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A wonderful way to write bout a rainbow etc..Quite enjoyed the descriptions
Thank you and good luck
Cindy
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hey
You've captured her perfectly Bert!!
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