A distant sound upon my ear
stirs creatures wings
with eyes of tears
They drip inside my
head with stains,
that bleed like whispers
in the rain
Echoes weep in hollow walls
they jest and mock then
backwards crawl
Tales of unspoken shame
dream nightmares that
expose their blame
The citidel of sweet refrain
serenade the locus with
lips of brains
You my friend would cocka doo
if you had hair that
chickens grew
and beaks like locks of golden fire,
that drooled upon your deepest desire
A contest entry
- The Art Of Words by Poetess12.
2400 points, ended October 14, 2008, 22 entries
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Comments
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I like how well you rhymed your poem and of course it doesn't make sense. Great job!
Thank you for your entry.
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wow
Amazing fantasy piece my friend! Beautiful flow and rhyme, and great imagery! Two thumbs, waaay up!!
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