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Posted by: greenldydragon 23-Oct-2004, 12:07 PM |
I use the word attempts on purpose. These are poems I wrote for school, and thought I'd share them: Days Gone By Her mind strays back to days gone by, The pain of her body far away. Her arms relax, her breathe gets shorter, but she doesn?t notice that she is slipping away. Her mind is on the days gone by, with the brilliant sparkling sun. Blue eyes dance back out at her, as her young heart thumps, and her newly smooth skin glows with the excitement of youth. Her mind is on the days gone by, accompanied by the winter freeze. The cackle of the fire, the shadows spread by its soft light; the warmth of the companion to her right. Her mind strays back to days gone by, The pain of her body far away. Her arms relax, her breathe gets shorter, but she doesn?t notice that she is slipping away. One more: (The first two lines were given to me to start the poem with) Torment and Anguish The acid dripped slowly onto her pale skin. Her flesh already raw from her recent beating. Tears crowded into her eyes, forcing her to blink, lest she cry. Her once beautiful face, marked with time and grief where only youth should play. Her golden locks twisted into her mouth to keep her pain silent. The gritty chains of rope attaching her wrists rotten from wear and tear. Her face is set, so as not to show the pain, inflicted by the slow steady droplets of acid on her skin. |
Posted by: Aaediwen 24-Oct-2004, 07:09 AM |
Nice I like the image in the first one... A sad one. Memories... Looking back on a life of memories, while slowly fading away. away from society, away from friends, away from yourself, away from life. |
Posted by: greenldydragon 30-Mar-2006, 05:12 PM |
Here's a new one which I turned in for a writing thing at school: Sacrifice I look around and all I see are made up faces pretending to be.. The needed, sacrifice, willing, to give their life, to have the broken dream be brought back from the stream.. Of despair... The beauty, masks the secrets hiding behind the fake veneer stretched tight across the fear of... Needing to sacrifice, the earnings of their hard lives For the profit of those willing to hide.. The truth of their life. |
Posted by: John Clements 07-Apr-2006, 09:33 AM |
To paraphrase you from Torment and Anguish, the tears crowded my eyes, upon reading Days Gone By. greenldydragon, you’ve got it going on… Thanks, John |