Dividends of subtle
life lessons leak heavy
drops through rusted faucets
and as the plot thickens
tears tend to moisten
dingy pages of sloppy cursive
transitions promise compromising
positions that test and probe
the inner child that tickles
your psyche
more than likely you
turn a blind eye to the
nagging questions that
don't dare ask why
the intricacy of foolish decrees
threaten spontaneity of
falsified disease
teachings learned of past year's
concerns, only provide borrowed
ideals of what someone else
has heard.
Author notes
Prompt: “To be one, to be united is a great thing. But to respect the right to be different is maybe even greater.” -Bono
The quote isn't very dark, but my poem turned out to be "dark", but if you look hard enough there is an inspirational message in there.
In a list
A contest entry
- Options - Pick your Poison! by Bean Sidhe.
1200 points, ended December 19, 2008, 17 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - A candle in the dark by im dead - go away.
425 points, ended June 16, 28 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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Wording = Immaculate
I got lost in the language. I loved the story, the way you put this poem so straightforward and pensive. THIS is dark, not those little twilight poems out there.
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there sure is an inspirational message in this!
more than likely you
turn a blind eye to the
nagging questions that
doesn't/don't ? dare ask why
the intricacy of foolish decrees
threaten spontaneity of
falsified disease
(and the excuses that we believe)
I loved it!
way to write!
ears/Seattle
You are really learning wisely in your internship!
It shows in this write...for at first it's a little overwhelming
the pain and justifications..that seem to pull at our heart
strings..and then strand by strand we start to begin
to understand....
that CHANGE Is TRULY DIFFICULT
even if we are stuck in the mud barefoot
and our boots are within arms reach on the otherside!
Too easy it is ...to simply give them their boots...
in order for CHANGE to OCCUR...we have to wait
and ask piercing questions as to w hy....we choose
to stay stuck in the mud waiting for ...someone
else to rescue us!
ears/Seattle
I've pulled out my hair many a time...patience is
a virtue and a TORTURE TOO!
giggle.
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This is my kind of poetry.
The images are vivid and there are drips of alliteration throughout. The overall message was intricate but present.
Truly one of my favorites thus far.
Thank you for entering.
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