Riding the currents from the edge of a cliff;
Hang gliding dangerously; hoping currents will lift..
The thrill and the danger; makes you know you’re alive;
Else your life is complacent; and dark fills your eyes.
On the way to the top; of a carnival ride;
There’s a feeling of terror; gripping inside.
But you know if you make it; you, may do it again;
Because taking those chances; is a game you must win.
A gamble for love; is a hell of a chance;
It’s climbing to heaven; or with the devil you dance.
Few can resist it; many have tried;
It’s the heat of the passion; that’s burning inside
A contest entry
- Semi-Quickie... Qoute Prompt by Angelflower.
609 points, ended June 21, 2008, 9 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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I really liked this.. the flow was nice and the rhyme was smooth.. you did a wonderful job in imagery as well.. all in all, well done.. thank you very much for sharing..Best of luck..
Angel
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nicely done
Good luck
Simon
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