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Prism A Symphony, To drown out greens of envy Bid adieu to black and black blue. Change weeds to flowering blooms, Over shards of confusion, less complications. Turn brown dried grass into a meadow of gold Crowned with riveting courses of landscapes. Love, signs of the dove soaring beyond Waxed lazy visions of life. Tell all beguiled by mesmerizing ideals To sit with palms up. Speak vowed conversations not relentless admirations For objects less spied by all men who lie; And uphold white virginal reputations, Outside but never in. The turning tracks bend while life moves fast. Tricks cover, leave sad lovers, Lying in red hot beds of hate with disgust. Silver clear emotions stop bold puzzled notions, That smack orange moons over white feathers and Fair friends bright light, softly floating Over dusk waking up to midnights delight. As one hour changes; Everything in sight. |
This Poem was Critiqued By: Dellena Rovito On Date: 2008-11-05 16:34:04
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 9.83333
DeniMari,
This is good.
One hour, one moment and everything changes.
Life, death, a new president, emotions...everything.
I like playing with the light.
Vowed conversation is best.
Don't leave tpl. you are strong!
None are out to harm you. honestly.
Don't give in to emotion, your better than that!
Consider my words.
just keep growing, keep going.........
dellena