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i will bare it: (Free verse) by Sapphire cleave the earth with my tears of turmoil
blister my feet in pilgrimage
fasten the yoke of the weight of the world
over my troubled shoulders
trudge the quagmire of remorse
to till the fields where dispair grows
for reaping of my life force sustanence
trample the fragile petals
again it shall rise, like the phoenix
the crush of cruelty only making
it stronger
sew the apparations of my sordid past
to my bootheels for
onlookers to ridicule
tones of chimes in the temple of time
ring it out
eternal, walk on into oblivion
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Posted: March 16, 2002 1:13 AM PST; Last modified: March 16, 2002 1:13 AM PSTWeighted score: 4.6258993 Overall Rank: 12420 Comments:
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16-Mar-02/1:21 AM
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interesting. dark. cool. :)
This poem is ok. the problem is that it's cliche after cliche :(
A lovely piece, gorgeous and lonelyy
good, but the rhythm needs work.
This poem looked and resembled Helen Keller taking a long nap. At least to me it did.
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