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The Eyes That Tell a Tale

Look into my eyes and there appears a story
That illuminates the world,
Smearing my sight with puddles of salty streets.
Sharp icy coldness bristles the light air to heaviness,
Blossomed silvery wiggles all the way,
Olden, yellowy frocks are the trend there.
And among the wooly whiteness stands a scene,
A slippery solid surface protruding
Into clashing rocky stones,
Into pudgy streams of muddy memories.
And in the hollowness of it all,
A trepid life limps solely.
Like a little black bird,
I scamper through the violent lightning vibrations,
Little knowing that the walls are caving in,
That bitterness will soon begin its famished feast,
And that nearby lays a sign devolving ‘Dead End’…

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Vanishing - - Soul
Amaranthine Lover

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  • MJ Forgives
    September 6

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    Wow your poem caught my attention. It is different. I hope you do well in my contest and thanks for entering.
    -Jess


  • Unbreakable3
    July 21

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    This was good I think it would've been good as a rhyme poem also but thats how you wrote it anyway thanks for entering


  • Thendestinystruck
    December 14, 2008
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    A very nice write!


  • leander Moderators member
    November 23, 2008

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    You have done a great job with the imagery in this poem, and I really like the alliteration I found here and there.

    Thank you for entering the contest!
    Leander


  • amaranthine lover gold member
    November 21, 2008
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    a well written piece


  • Hannie
    October 29, 2008
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    very well written poem!!! thanks heaps for entering and good luck!!


  • dewfall
    October 18, 2008

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    hmm

    for its genre, which aint my favourite, this poem has its appeal... i like very much the line "...a trepid life..."


  • upperworld06
    September 19, 2008

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    This is great. Nice flow and nice use of words.
    I scamper through the violent lightning vibrations,
    Little knowing that the walls are caving in,
    That bitterness will soon begin its famished feast,
    And that nearby lays a sign devolving ‘Dead End’…
    i love this. great job and good luc


  • KyleBerg gold member
    September 17, 2008
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    Wonderful imagery & great story

    Well done!


  • MysticalRayne
    September 16, 2008
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    This is a beautiful write ~ congrats on your HM


  • Manoj Sanyal
    September 13, 2008

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    ‘Dead End' ....well penned philosophically...
    Best wishes and good luck,


  • Silent Emotions
    September 12, 2008

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    oOo this was wonderful. i could completely image looking into a set of eyes and seeing all of what was described reflected back. fantastic imagery too! wow, this was just brilliantly written!

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