Swirling through space,
yet staying in place,
my mind takes control.
Off my thoughts fly,
neither low, nor high,
but through a dark, black hole.
Shooting out the other side,
on energy I ride,
like bogey board on wave.
Crashing to shore,
grounded once more,
I crawl back into my cave...
I
A contest entry
- Swift Rhymers by Ken-Maverick.
700 points, ended February 26, 28 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - Only for those who entered the last swift rhymers contest by Ken-Maverick.
650 points, ended February 26, 9 entries
Gold trophy winner
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JUDGED!!
A wonderfull poem here,
i think alot of people can relate to this, well done
All the best to you in the contest
ken -
A metaphysical piece, that's how I saw this.
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lol - I like this! Great movement! Love the images you've used, great flow.
Really enjoyed this!
best wishes in the contest.
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