A voice in a parched, crocking whisper cried, "Water"
A boys half clod eyes
Dirt streaked his face and his matted hair
Uniform glistening with wet, fresh blood
With carnage colors grotesquely bright
Ripped grass shreds in his yellow hair
He begged again, "Water"
spurts of blood (when he spoke) drenched his chest and sleeve
Water trickled on his lips and down his grimy chin
The boy sighed
Jaw dropping as his head fell back
Dull blackness slid across his face
He was silent
Author notes
This poem was a found poem that I did for a class project, it is from The Giver, written by Lois Lowery from chapter 16 (I think, and I think I spelled her name right). But this is my first poem that I posted (by the way I'm Ichigo. The boy (just in case you were confused) so don't get us mixed up)!!!!????!!!!
Comments
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CHEERS MATE!
you know how much i love this poem right? what gets me is your diction. you should really write more poems.
good job ichi
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