Walking in he slams the door
And combs his hair twenty times,
Blaring music for heavens to hear
All i do is sigh.
I'm not the one to rope the horse
While it gallops like the wind.
Rather chain it down when
It falls with fatigue and thirst.
Rather be there to speak will
When he stands broken by his ways
Just give him a chance to do
To make mistakes and learn his way.
A contest entry
- He Has Lost His Mind! by hotchocolate.
550 points, ended January 5, 15 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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awesomee
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heheh give him enough rope and he'll lasso your heart... Beautiful poem from parent to child. They are of our genes after all...
Write on, poet.
Blessings,
Myth
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wonderful!
I like this here hon! As we know we have to let them learn from their mistakes its hard to watch them make them. Thank you for your entry and good luck
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Freaking awesome
This is freaking awesome. For some odd reason I like the first verse the best. Yayness! -
This poem speaks to me in many ways,
I absolutely love the third and fourth verse.
The imagery is great, and the simplicity of the fourth verse sets it off.
I love the simile/personification. of the 6th verse.
The flow verses 5-8 is quite grand.
The last four verses I am in agreement/or however I know how that feels to want that.
I enjoyed reading it, greatly.
Your poetry is broadened, like your mind. -
wow, interesting idea, I've never thought of what it would be like to raise brilliance. good luck!
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