Thursday, March 4, 2010

You post me a poem.

This time, you post me a poem.
It doesn't have to be long, and it doesn't have to rhyme.

5 comments:

  1. I tried writing poems,
    but I couldn't find the right words.
    I guess I'll plant a tree instead.

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  2. Do you really think that whale confides in you?
    Now I have a spinning vortex in which to fall
    And you send your gifts to comfort me?
    Never bought anything too close
    For recognition

    Ever since the initial blast
    I haven’t seen my comrades again
    Well, I haven’t had the right
    No other day has been slighted

    We all knew she handpicked her fraudulent core
    Beliefs…Way out here. Water on every pore:
    Crashing on the coral reefs

    No telling when but it’s true to be soon
    She’ll spit out some whine just to take up time
    And act like they all haven’t already been on a short line
    For this all-intensive purpose, the ocean isn’t always so kind

    There is this bleak sky that looks slightly torn
    And an open sea that calls out to the shore
    Every day that we spent is forlorn

    We all knew she handpicked her fraudulent core
    The past is no match for our updated folklore
    Switches her mind off to the sounds inside

    As we progress we shine among
    Hearts and minds begin capitulating storms
    And as her impression makes our collections sore
    She takes my hand on the coral reefs
    The beast inside: Gnashing

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  3. That's one I wrote two years ago. Just thought I'd share.

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  4. oooo I like it. I'm a big fan of anything involving whales ever since I read Moby Dick! :)

    I also like how the poem developed. It begins with problems beating from the outside, and ends with problems gnawing from the inside.

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