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In The Year 3000



Grapefruit sun tears holes in blood-orange sky,
sending sickly shadows, like mould creeping
across putrid land; succumbing with a sigh.
Sulphurous essence so slowly seeping
through mountains cellulite infested thigh
to lay like a shroud of mourners weeping.
A beautiful dirge, over mercury mere,
so even the wavelets tremble with fear.

Alabaster sod lies like crack cocaine
beguiling beauty, in a deadly way,
no life can linger in its bed of pain,
just tortuous visage of rotted decay
and gnarled wooded remnants in sickly bane,
cling like children, awaiting acid soiree.
There in the distance lay a lonely city,
failures testament, yet obscenely pretty,

its broken fingers accusing heavens arc,
shattered soulless windows gaping agog
at panoramic view corrupted and dark.
Night squeezes puss from tainted eve’s fog,
like bandage it wraps, rendering no mark,
purging the poison from corrupted smog
and as midnight prevails with hoary advance
everything freezes in its harsh icy glance.

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Comments


  • InMyOwnGlassBox
    May 27, 2008

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    oh, wow. this is amazing. I have found after reading the first three poems in this contest. My own has no chance. I am glad to be able to admit that i have been best. Thank you for showing me a level i hope to reach someday.

    Oh, yeah, the poem was amazinly detailed and slightly diterbing


  • Penz gold member
    May 25, 2008

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    I love most post apocalyptic writings. And yours is no exemption. I can almost smell your view of the year 3000 after reading it.

    This is truly a contender in the contest.
    Thank you for joining and the best of luck.

    ~penz


  • vici377
    May 22, 2008

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    ummm WOW..

    YOUR IMAGERY TOTALLY ROCKS..dark and wonderful..
    Night squeezes puss from tainted eve’s fog,
    like bandage it wraps, rendering no mark,
    purging the poison from corrupted smog

    wow..so very graphic and all within a perfect flow and rhyme ..absolutely love it my friend...as always..you NEVER DISAPPOINT..thanx so much for sharing and best of luck in the contest..blessings..namaste..