Peace comes to me in fits and droves
Pouring out through stills and windows
I feel it wash over my soul
And still I know it doesn't make me whole
But in this short moment
In this small time
My mind is filled with colors
From magenta to lime
All springing forth from my ineptitude
Focused by my solitude
I find myself in fits of grace
When it will save me no face
Tumbling apart when I'm together
And falling into the twisting nether
Of uncertainty
So it is in my times of peace that I am most uneasy
For because I know I'll fall apart again this peace cannot appease me
A contest entry
- Your best freeverse. by jayyniecakes..
400 points, ended March 19, 63 entries
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Comments
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wow, I liked this one much more than the last one I read, but that's just personal bias because I feel like this every time there's something good happening or a peaceful day or something like that.
yet again the last two lines seem a little awkward in comparison to the rest. If it's just part of your MO then lovely it's trippy and really brings attention the the message therein. but it stills seems a bit odd and sort of as if you stopped really caring 'tords the end.
over all it was a good poem.
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Wonderfully written Toadesteve
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Oh. This is an interesting poem that you have going on here. I thought it was a good title. It was solid and gives your readers a good idea of what the poem is going to be about. Your poem sounds like you're searching for yourself or trying to figure out something that matters to you. Almost sounds like a coming of age kind of poem. I thought you did a good job of expressing yourself here.
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