My senses are alive
A flourishing floral
Forest of Eve.
Witness the world
Growing underneath
the gaze of my eye,
The Artist runs
Through my veins,
Call it corruption
if you please,
But know this,
My words will remain
Until the lakes Of
Hell freeze.
I may wash from
My skin this life
Of sleeze
Where as its stench
Clings to your
Very bones.
A contest entry
- Be Inspired by Your Senses... by harriet567.
450 points, ended October 6, 2008, 20 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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A most beautifully versed composition--Best of luck in the contest!
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Remarkable
This was a very enjoyable poem about changing the patterns of life for the author. It is like the butterfly emerging from its cocoon. It has the right feel and is very aptly worded. Great work my friend.
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damn-
forgive me, get out of my head / heart
this was....sublime...is/was
awesome!
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