The dead built empires with string,
untied rainbows and unbound the sky
to build a colony
where they keep their bones.
The forgotten children in
the dark side of the womb
hiss, pulling God
into their angry mouths
and eating the universe
They are the spawns of this civilization,
a devil's sandbox, maggot's Elysium
built with glory's desecrated strings.
A contest entry
- Picture Prompt 40 to 60 words by mysticstorm.
600 points, ended January 9, 11 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
What did you think
Comments
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A wonderful dark take on the prompt...very creative with strong imagery and metaphor...truly excellent...
thank you for sharing...
mystic
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a great take on the promt good luck inthe contest
maralisa
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Your writes fascinate and captivates my attention.
I am so glad I clicked and read one of your poems, because I really liked this one. I think I am going to comment more.
Kudos
You should enter my contest!!
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