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Lincoln man with sallow eyes,
Straggle beard and spinning limbs,
Set amber eyes on fair hair child,
Twirling kaleidoscopes of splendor.
Hopeless, longing, greedy;
Psyche took hold of said sweet lies.
Pity, a whiny beast the youth to be,
Sickened folk turn blind to iron rivers.
At play in fields of heather,
Now pray to God for help,
Terrible, horrid fate
Cradled by alder hands,
Spitefully, for kicks, took her only delight.
- by Howlet Bohemian |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 12/09/2008 |
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- calvin-hyuga - 04/13/2009
- 2/5. The idea is great and so are the words but it doesn't ~~~~~flow~~~~ so well
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- Howlet Bohemian - 12/13/2008
- Thank you very much for the comments, but I refuse to answer the questions. Though this poem describes a specific story to me, I want to know what story it tells you, the reader. Every detail can be taken as loaded or simple. It is up to you to decipher and find out what message it holds specifically for you. =)
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- Only Becca - 12/12/2008
- Same question as Tin, but I think it's great. It made me laugh (I'm a morbid person). He's like taking candy from a baby. Only I'm sure in a larger sense, but he seems to look at it that way. Not putting too much conviction into what he's done.
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- Praylaya - 12/11/2008
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It's lovely; unlike anything else I've read from you. biggrin
I don't understand how Lincoln comes into play though; care to explain? I'm guessing the beard and limbs signify his character, but this confuses me because I'm wondering if he has the character of lincoln, or just the looks, because I'm wondering why he makes the writer unhappy.
The woods taking her happiness away is something else I don't quite understand. Perhaps I'm looking too much into this? Or perhaps not enough. - Report As Spam
- OhhShitniz - 12/09/2008
- Fantastic! smile I love the stanzas! So much emotion is brought out, and I can clearly see what's going on in my head. Simply splendid. 5 stars
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