Colours of all
Painted with gold.
Deep and Engulfed,
Lost in a bowl.
Going around
This clear glass bowl.
Around and around,
In search of his shoal
The shimmering light
Shines on his back.
He holds up the fight
To find his way back.
The ocean is lost,
He's here on his own.
Was this the cruel cost,
His final judgements toll.
Author notes
this is a wee poem that i wrote in maths today. my freind erin wanted me to write a poem about fishies, odd i know, so i still found a way of making it depressing lol. well.... compared to my others its not that bad. so it talks about the final judgment a little....
What did you think
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FISHYLICIOUS
FISHEYS
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Nice, nice. ^^
Another nice one, this is. I really liked it. You did a very good job.
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Nice
Its a nice poem,i lyk goldfishes.It just shows me that you can write about anything.Nice work
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i like it and its not that depressing but i like the way you wrote it and i think it is amazing. randoms not bad. lol
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this is really random lol.
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