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Post by ♥Cassi-in&out-♥ on Nov 19, 2009 5:29:05 GMT -5
Precious flag. Perfect factory. Feats brutal combats, After hopes only terror.
Force a dark void. The sleep to enlighten theme, Coasts around underneath. He hate it,
How she rants, When lonely calm dresses. Supernatural travels throughout. An overlooking wretched struggle.
Can't then union my fall, Without voice, Past below in natural verdict, Flags me.
Their snow were crystal, Ice flakes, Powered traded dinner. Longest opposite gear sticks.
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Post by knpoet on Dec 15, 2009 13:42:18 GMT -5
Hi, Cassi-in&out-, I liked your use of the drops, this poem had a powerful, dark aspect about it - made for a good read!
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Post by bobswife4ever (surgery soon) on Dec 20, 2009 22:19:27 GMT -5
I agree, this was very powerful. The opening stanza really spoke the loudest to me through your talented, poetic pen. Nicely done.
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Post by bcoyotey on Feb 1, 2010 0:50:30 GMT -5
Very nice Drops beautiful Cassi. I like that you took the time to have some length and depth in the poem. Wonderful. Lady B
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