every silent whipser that illustrates us to life
each stroke like a brush
that paints me whole again
restore my missing pieces.
gentle sweep and i
am swept away with
your delicate
touch?
no.
air pressure carressing
each and every pore
of my paper thin flesh
the painters knife
ripping through the canvas
allow the color to spread
and fill me
with a color
that i can see
only when i dream.
alone in the room
with the tumbling music of the
piano
and your concentration
as you focus on every
detail.
and fill me
with a color
that is only visible
in that esctasy dream.
A contest entry
- ohh jeezz by written-in-ink.
550 points, ended December 10, 2008, 16 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Wow!
This is really well-written... you have such vivid imagery, and the whole poem flows so well. I loved the experience of reading this... and yes, it is an experience, created by this imagery (I love this imagery). This poem is amazing... so I say wow... shya. -
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yay thanks! its an experience! i feel so cool lol i can make an experience. thank u for reading and commenting <3
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Yup, an experience. See, I envy you now, because somehow I just can't make an experience with my poems... I know it's the imagery that does it, just got to figure out how...
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i just melted reading this, just brillent, the words are like knife in butter , thank you so much for this inspirition of poetry
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thank u
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this should win fxxking amazing , you have a gift
there are good poet in fact brillent poets in thsi web site, but your a special poet, your an oringal poet and you bring poeple to another place to eascape , we need to secape and no better than this words to lift us gracefully and powerful, thank you fro being you bful
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