as a child
we played house
our innocence's
untouched
childhood dreams
spun with rainbows
and sprinkled with fairy dust
naively we believed
as we saw
through youths eyes
then one-day
time ran out
you stopped playing
and i stopped believing
Author notes
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A contest entry
- Picture Prompt by Black Narcissus.
7000 points, ended December 20, 2008, 15 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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The wonderful innocence of childhood taken away.
Beautifully written,yet so sad.
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then one-day
time ran out
you stopped playing
and i stopped believing.
I found that very moving, beautifully written.
Many thanks for your entry.
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Those last two lines are really heartfelt and an apropriate end to your well composed poem. A simple and yet defining fact about growing up
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aw, wow, this is powerful with a sad truthful ending. good luck in the contest and hope everything is all right
Stephanie ♥ -
Oh this is such a sad and bittersweet piece. It's so sad that children have to grow up into such a jaded world. A deep and intense take on the picture. Excellent.
Best wishes in the contest.
Gaylene
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