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Poetry Poems, Haiku & Tanka etc.

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Old 09-29-2005, 05:39 PM   #1
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Life

I opened my eyes to find myself drowning in the sea.
With waves as tall as mountains,
And each one of them crashing down upon me.

I would get pulled down, and not know which way was up,
Yet right when my lungs were empty,
And I was out of air,
I would find myself back on the surface.

I saw a piece of land in the distance.
And tried my hardest to reach it.

Each few strokes a wave would crush me.
Each time feeling like a different bone was broken.

And after what felt like years, I reached the land.


When I stepped upon the land, the world went dark.
I could no longer see.
Yet I refused to give up.

I walked around,
Falling to the ground after every few steps.

And each time I fell, I landed on something sharp.
It was as if the land was covered in jagged glass.

I kept getting up.

Each time feeling the blood pouring from my body.
I kept wondering to myself when the light would come,
I knew I couldn’t make it much farther.

And after what felt like years, the light was turned on.


It was not the light I had hoped for.
It was the light which comes from fire.

The land burst into flames.
The heat was unbearable.

The smoke penetrated my lungs,
And I could feel them start to burn.

I stumbled around choking,
Until I came upon a hole engulfed in flame.

I threw myself down into it.

And after what seemed like a lifetime, it was finally over.


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Old 09-29-2005, 09:41 PM   #2
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I liked the poem, but it was more a story than a poem.
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