This is a poem I wrote for deaddawnpoets......its also posted on there if you want to see it against some other poems.....
Here Goes...
My heart soars through an empty bubbling pit,
My mind is screaming out for help-Only It knows the solid ground at the end,
But my heart does not care,
Then suddenly my heart hits,
And in that split second before I die,
I know,
That words are like daggers.
I hope you like it.....
Oh its also copywrite..................
If you want to post it somewhere else please ask me first..and only relevant comments please.
Here Goes...
My heart soars through an empty bubbling pit,
My mind is screaming out for help-Only It knows the solid ground at the end,
But my heart does not care,
Then suddenly my heart hits,
And in that split second before I die,
I know,
That words are like daggers.
I hope you like it.....
Oh its also copywrite..................
If you want to post it somewhere else please ask me first..and only relevant comments please.
7 comments:
Mr Woody sagde...
i love that phrase, that "words are like daggers" - i'm not sure i see much room in a pit for soaring, but the poem strikes me as being outstanding regardless.
get in touch with the K.O.D. via our class website. gwe le is an advocate of poetic writing. she will encourage you and let you know about sites to share your writing on. she was in my class last year and is at high school this year - she's a lovely talented person like you!
13. marts 2007 22:46
Kitty Kat sagde...
my poem is already posted on her deaddawnpoets one but it took about a month before she visited so i will contact her a bit later............................
P.S the pit is a long hole in the ground!!!!!!!!!
Hmm here goes another poem
Raindrops fall endlessly on my face, rolling down my cheeks like a leaf falling slowly to the ground,
the wind blows effortlessly making my heart soar's on the breeze, like a waterfalls spray,
defying gravity
I think I will publish that one too....
14. marts 2007 00:48
primprim sagde...
that is a cool poem. i too like the phrase
"words are like daggers"
when you think about it, it becomes true.
prim:P
14. marts 2007 21:17
Kitty Kat sagde...
yeah. the entire idea of the poem was about words... someone says something mean which makes you upset, or angry which makes my heart scream. or dive. hmm i don't think i would dye but you know you self-esteem goes down.
Cya
14. marts 2007 23:01
Urxan sagde...
Heyiz puddy tat. posted your lovely little poem on ddp, you want the other one done too? ROCK ON!
gwe lee
17. marts 2007 21:08
Kitty Kat sagde...
If you like...
17. marts 2007 22:27
Skipper Bob sagde...
thats a good poem it could have thousands of meanings and good ones at that did you get it from something i can't believe you wrote it
why are you making up comments? oh well find this one!
because this was on m old blog but then I split it up and Mr Woody said tha we shouldn't delete comments so I copyed and past all the comments people had left onto this blog.
I wasn't making them up
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