I was a butterfly drifting above the garden,
swooping down to leave delicate kisses on the thorns.
I knew not to get too close,
or else I would get hurt.
But the thrill of risk got the best of me,
and I got tangled in the vines,
and as I fought and struggled to escape
my wings were stripped.
and the once brightly colored fabric,
was diminshed to shreds that hung uselessly off my body.
Now I am laying on the cold, hard earth
trying to see beyond the thorns,
and keep my focus on the lilies sunlit faces.
Maybe someday I will heal
Then I will fly far away from these overgrown weeds
I used to call my garden.
Author notes
I am not very used to writing poems that don't rhyme, so I hope this is structured enough to be considered a poem...
A contest entry
- I Wanted To Collect The Sky In My Hands <3 by EvenStarsBreak--x.
700 points, ended August 23, 35 entries
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Comments
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I agree with the contest judge. That's a good poem, especially for one without rhyme. It has defined breaks and naturally flow. Great piece, and I wish you luck!
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It can most defiantly be considered a poem! ^_^ In fact, I thought it had a very nice flow to it. =] Quite beautifully written as well. Nicely done. =]
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