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Unloading Dock; Poetry by Cezille07. :D
Topic Started: Sep 13 2009, 10:29 AM (34 Views)
Cezille07	Sep 13 2009, 10:29 AM Post #1
L'addict de Monster Allergy Posts: 38 Group: Members Member #81 Joined: July 23, 2009	Well, I hope to be a bit active here, so I suppose I should try not to overpopulate your archives by posting a new topic per idea I get. For now, I wanted to share four poems I wrote in school. (Nor for school, just in it...during break. ) Promises on Sand A promise, as one made on sand, Will it suffice for every man? They walk along the beach until The sand is washed by the seas’ will. A promise, as one made on clay, How long before it bleeds the day? A lady sitting on the porch Shall dry her eyes once rock is formed. A promise cold as ice and steel, Holds it the truth of one shared meal? Ten families will cry tonight For yet another child in plight. A promise, is it worth the time? You speak, I hear, none on the line? Surrender, love, your gentle hand And too your lips. I have a plan. The Mind Wanders (Free Verse) I take a notebook, uncap a pen Scribble here and there Outside, the rain has sentenced the Earth to its watery doom Ignore the rain, focus now What is the result of triple scalar product? Half that makes the area of a triangle A love triangle What’s he doing now? Is he with his friends— Or worse, with another girl? Vector product is not commutative Erase my previous answer I was wrong To think he could possibly like me CLAPS of THUNDER And people around are screaming But let them To drown out my heart’s own cries Where is my eraser Oh, the bell has already rung My math homework is still not done Where is he? The Fly, The Fruit, and The Swatter There is a fly on the table Watch it struggle to seize the juicy fruit There is a swatter near the doorway Watch it end one unseen flower’s root It doesn’t see the yellow tool All but the tool, the food it tries No hunger for today he rules For just one moment, this surprise Into the cool and sumptuous flesh The end of long days’ waiting now He worms his way, as a fellow bug Points up and shows his mystic death The fly will look but more devour Live free until the sweet has soured The swatter rises, and one strike The fly has ended its small life It shakes and screams in pain at last The treasure food mocking his pathetic state Take one more bite, it yelled, alas The fly can stare at draining fate At first just pain, then burning cold As blood gushed out of unknown veins Functionless eyes over a still-wondering heart And then...the nothing that life claims


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