I’ve split under the pressure
into tiny crystals,
smaller than the microscopic needles
you used to pierce through my skin
into my heart.
I’ve cracked like ice
under your metal spear
that you ran through my ribs,
like skis upon snow.
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prompt: ice
41 words.
.. I don't even know where this came from.
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Sometimes the greatest poems just pop into the greatest poet's heads.
*cough*thisandyou*cough*
Last two stanzas;
"I’ve cracked like ice
under your metal spear
that you ran through my ribs,
like skis upon snow."
So sad, but to me, they kinda make you look strong.
Shelly
xxx
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great imagery in this poem, another great
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i like this. the imagery was really good. it reminded me of tattoos.
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It's deep and descriptive. Very nice poem. Stark images in the poem. It sounds painful. Good job and good luck in the contest.
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mmmm I love the wintery imagery in the last couple of lines.
however, you have DEFINITELY written something very close to the first stanza before lol because I remember reading it.
anyways, this is gorgeous
good luck!
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its so different
lol i kno what youre talkin about
but just the first line is slightly similar
but pffft.. everyone does it sometimes :S right? ahaa
lol its kinda creepy especially at the end :|
and thanks
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