Most see filth, a hobo
With no reason for existence
Wandering the streets
With shoeless feet
Tracing the outline
Of a heart map
Triple definite of the path
Straight, narrow
I see the beauty beneath
The grime and dirt mask
Skin; pale, smooth
The chilling halo
Blinding fears
Awakening cherished feelings
Of extreme indifference
The pursuit of --
Sheltered wings,
Distraught and asphyxiating
Drowning in their own saliva
Covered by squalid clothing
Smothered by squalid clothing
If only the world could see
The graceful elegance hidden
Behind a wretched facade
Author notes
"two pairs of good (but sad) brown eyes" by sashomasho
A contest entry
- Something Sacred, Something Lost 1000 pts total, possibly more later by SpydurPoet.
1300 points, ended July 27, 14 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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well done...it..there is always an honor bestowed upon a poet
who uses their ink to keep our hearts from growing stone cold!
powerful write!
way to write!
ears/Seattle
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ironic but amazing
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Wow. That was amazing. Wow. The poem was full of emotion and imagery. I think there were some spelling issues, but I am going to over look that.
Thanks for entering the contest and best of luck!
Write on.
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Thanks! Fixed the errors. Glad you liked it!
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