It's natures raging beauty
howling sharp like cutting winds
sick of mans' human sins
Flashes of fire dancing
across cloudy charcoal skies
words tell only alibis, lies
Each star blushed, hidden
as thunder's dark groaning voice
re-enforced it's choice
Strong opinions, heaven
wildly rock's cold unholy gales
offering the keys to hell
Drifting on life's anticipations
sitting 'pon freedoms vile appeal
limbs splat all o'er it's field
Author notes
Prompt: Describe this picture to me
{ only use 'it' to reference it}
In a list
A contest entry
- Describe this Picture by MizaLePiza.
1300 points, ended December 29, 2008, 10 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Beautiful! You did absolutely wonderful! Thanks for using the 'it' factor! I enjoyed every word of it. Thanks for entering and good luck!
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This appears to be the order of events at this end time.Gory tales of macabre exuding confidence in might than sound reasoning takes precedence over good.Although your poem tilts towards the dark side;nevertheless the wording is fantastic,paving the way for the reader to reflect on realism and surrealism.The allusions and images did blend with the subject matter to make this a delightful read for me.
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A very descriptive narrative that lends an macabre surreal status to the picture. Engaging and powerful.
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