Blowing through the hole,
Round floating spheres suddenly form in the dusk sky,
Millions floating in every direction,
Clear throughout with an uneven shape,
Oily and soapy visualisation,
Sticky when they land on your skin,
Pop when they hit the ground,
Leaving a silver circle abound.
Pop the stick back into the bottle,
Bring it back out and blow through the hole again,
And the rounds shapes will appear,
And these are BUBBLES and should be never feared.
A contest entry
- Quickie: Bubbles by Folklor.
600 points, ended June 16, 2008, 14 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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i dont know too many poems on bubbles but i still enjoy this one
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'floating spheres suddenly form in the dusk sky,
Millions floating in every direction,
Clear throughout with an uneven shape,
Oily and soapy visualisation,'
best one so far you focussed on the bubble's oleogenous texture the oily visualisation great image!
you also described the atmosphere and the process in which the bubble was formed. i feel that meantioning the word you describe(bubbles) defeats the beauty of your descriptions because your poem should be obvious.
other than that well done -
great poem!
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ohhhh, this is such a cool poem! i like the imagery a lot! good luck in the contest!
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