Ink is slung,
through all of nature's peaks.
From trees and hills,
to mountain tops and valleys.
A voice of wonder,
speaks rythem.
Flowers of love,
create passionate art.
One beautiful hippie,
stands alone.
Raining wisdom,
on those in drought.
The pitter patter of her thoughts,
resting on their ears.
She knows of love,
and even of hate.
She shares all,
with an open mind.
Author notes
So tell me what you think!! This is about you & for you simply because who else would want a poem to be for them that is about someone else right?? LOL hope you like it. Good contest idea.
A contest entry
- About me, not for me ... by written-in-ink.
750 points, ended August 25, 2008, 8 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
what did you take away from this poem?
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I loved this!
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OMG!!!!
gah i love this so much!!
you did such a great job!!!
no joke..
fav part:
"Raining wisdom,
on those in drought.
The pitter patter of her thoughts,
resting on their ears.'
aww thank you!!!
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awwww thanks for the sweet comment. I am very glad to hear that you liked it. I struggled a little bit with my last 2 or 3 stanzas, I wasn't sure what I wanted to say. Origionaly your fav part was not even in it. I'm glad I decided to go with this version. Anyways...I'm glad you enjoyed it you are very welcome, I had fun writing it. Plus you entered a good peice into my contest I thought you deserved it.
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im glad too
and thank you!!!
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your welcome
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