He stands tall in the sea
with no fear of drowning,
head will always rise
above these waters.
Anger swoops down
to take the oxygen from
the mouth, and screaming
lungs bombard a tired
ribcage.
Power leaves breath,
He falls slowly to knees;
commanding the sea to
fade to a shoal.
Bug-like eyes stare
from all directions;
cosmic juxtaposition
of encouraging smiles
and belittling glares
of disgust.
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Naive gust of wind
misdirects a lone wave,
and a cyclone commences
around me.
Loathing and rage
of shadowed stereotypes
results in promotion of
cannon fodder for blind giants.
He takes a pen to sign his life away
then turns into a 'man'.
Brain turned into tannoy system, relaying
the same orders as the next drone in line.
Lives tossed into a lifeless ocean;
bodies poorly reassembled in cardboard coffins.
The effects of an absence of depth and dexterity
close all eyes;
yet the tragedy remains that some
fail to re-open.
A contest entry
- I hope I never feel this... by Cannonsfire.
1750 points, ended August 21, 2008, 26 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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awesome poem and great imagery....loved it!!!!!!!
keep writing! -
amazin job
amazing write...
very good descriptions..
love how it just flows...
and plays like a movie in front of my eyes..
keep up the good work..
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close all eyes;
yet the tragedy remains that some
never re-open.
this makes me think about those that really do sign there life away. I mean, to believe it really does happen as you described so perfectly here.
great write.
♥Mollie -
Shallowness of a life unfulfilled and perhaps never will be, we often don't take risks because the hurt penetrates so deeply. Fine write.
C
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