Silver studded spiders, with cobwebs round the sun,
Sit patiently in languor, for the day has just begun.
Emerald footed rocking horses, slowly drifting by,
Stare wistfully at raindrops, in a rainbow coloured sky.
Dream world for sleeping poets, mysteriously bound,
To find that deep blue ocean, of verse that sounds profound.
Metre, like the holy grail, that legendary quest,
Sits tantalisingly close to them, awaiting their request.
Blank canvas like untrodden snow, awaits the written word,
Of all their hopes and imagery, still pristine and unheard..
A contest entry
- -♥-~*Beautiful*~-♥- by xwarriorXprincessx.
900 points, ended August 18, 2008, 54 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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i normally don't like rhyme....
but this was intriguing!
very nicely written. i do love the imagery of this piece. made me kind of get away for a moment.
relaxing.
nice work! best wishes and best of luck in the contest!
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