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by Quietly Versed Mar 29, 2008
Life, society /
I, too, am heir to blunder.
Likened to the Graceful stallion,
Biting bridle, blinkers intact,
Often unsighted is my demise.
With thundering hooves,
I trample souls, my brotherly herd.
Galloping to my egotistic verve,
A fleeting foretaste... I trot alone.
As the Colt; I youthful in notion,
Pride myself for shade and breed.
With uniqueness and disregard.
Slowly comes my evolution.
And, as sun sets moon,
I find acceptance not obtainable through epiphanies.
New wisdom sights my contradiction;
I steadily appreciate the lineage of others.
I rest in repose of coexistence;
My mane resembling that of my brothers.
Finding satisfaction in tolerant resolution,
Surrounded by the beauty of imperfection .
The emotion is there, but a few parts need a little perk, perhaps you should revise it.
by kelly tavern
Hi, This poem I didnt quite know what to make of I think the words were off for me, but still there was something strangely good about it at the same time. The use of metaphors was good 4/5
take care hun x