Pluck the last soft memory
from the crookedness of life's
bitter fingers
embrace it...
Remember...
skipping along the seams
of fields of love
and waters of purity
sheltered from
the burning breath of realities
keep me warm
when I am held captive
by the world's
cold, hard hands
and remind me of
morality and innocence
once again
Author notes
Credit Pic: I Want That One by manips-of-artist2
I hope crookedness is a word......lol
A contest entry
- Pretty Picture Prompt # 4 by kiwigirljacks.
600 points, ended July 18, 2008, 10 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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wow, great write my fellow poet, and I believe crookedness is a word, lol yes it is a word for sure,
my favorite lines
keep me warm
when I am held captive
by the world's
cold, hard hands
and remind me of
morality and innocence
once again
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Great write congratulations on silver.
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Wow some great metaphors here, love the second verse, stunning work, good luck in the contest
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I think we all need to be reminded of that when the harsh realities of life come upon us! Love the metaphor in this!
(lol yes crookedness is a word)
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Thanx..
and thanx for the silver
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This is amazing.
This goes amazingly with the image. You've done a great job with that.
I like your choice of words and your flow is right on cue.
Nice work here, and good luck with the contest.
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Thank you
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aw....this is sweet, and a little sad at the same time.
I really like it, it is filled with a wide variety of emotions well done here and best of luck!
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Hey, Thank you
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