Egg
Well, can you stand an egg on end?
I fear that you cannot, my friend
The puzzle is, it tumbles down,
Rolls down the hill, and cracks its crown.
In life we're often blocked and foiled
So I prefer to be hard-boiled.
Clock
Run down that clock, and let it die,
For I have other fish to fry
What's that? It's ticking by again
The Time must be inside my brain.
And so we run, we chase our tails,
In case the planet stops, and fails.
Ocean
Go with the flow, the surge of tide
Which calms the thudding heart inside
Why should we rush? The waters beat
A gentle rhythm round my feet
I'll sit upon this rock awhile
Look upon life, and gently smile.
A contest entry
- How versitile a poet are you? by Danna Hobart.
400 points, ended March 25, 8 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
What did you think
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Nice rhyme and flow and quite original
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Forgot to tell you how much I loved the title of this one.
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Clever rhymes. I liked the first one the best. Thank you very much for entering.
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Hard boiled? You? Hmmm,
Loved 'Ocean' particularly - that seems like a good idea - may go down to the beach and throw a few stones at my mistakes! Thanks Keith - this was all good. x debs
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This is delightful! I'm afraid I wouldn't change anything!
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Superb Plus +
A very fine write, indeed. Imagery; rhythm and rhyme are just fine. Thanks for sharing this one with us. -
Love the easy flow of the rhyming here, and you've also dealt with the prompt metaphors very well. Best of luck with this fine trio of poems.
Bill
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