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lost (Free verse) by elizabethann crying infants. tear-stricken
faces. weeping adults
black stained cheeks.
horror filled eyes, haunted
by blood covered bodies.
cry ...
weep ...
dust blows over the wounds
that were never there.
Up the ladder:
Prest
Down the ladder:
The Greatest Joy
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Posted: March 17, 2003 8:51 AM PST; Last modified: March 17, 2003 8:51 AM PSTWeighted score: 4.642391 Overall Rank: 12352 Comments:
Not sure what u mean
And I'm not sure that you should ...
I understand it, I just dont see where its going. Its just a random mental image with no purpose. I dont mean to trash peoples stuff, Im just given my 10 cents, thats what this whole thing is about
Hm. I didn't realize that poetry had to have a purpose. I mean for me, poetry is just how I get my feelings out. I don't write to entertain others or make them sit down and think about life.
WELL THEN, PERHAPS YOU SHOULD KEEP YOUR POETRY IN YOUR SPECIAL SECRET DIARY INSTEAD OF SMEARING IT ALL OVER POEMRANKER.
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(note: i never actually hurt an infant .. that actually refers to the september 11 mixture of the poem)
So I got a job.
9/11 never happened, it was a media conspiracy? A mass hallucination by New Yorkers? It's as if they were never there because everybody's forgotten? What does it MEAN elizabethann?
I think it's bullshit. Gratuitous. An cheap attempt to allude to mystery THAT ISN'T IN THE PIECE ITSELF.
I'm going to pick on you for a while because you do the same kind of bullshit I did and called it poetry when I was a teenager until somebody kicked me in the teeth long enough that I started thinking about what I was writing (not that that helps me much, lol, but whatever)