Thundering Hooves Can't Coexist

by Quietly Versed   Mar 29, 2008


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 .

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  • 9 years ago

    by Syn

    The emotion is there, but a few parts need a little perk, perhaps you should revise it.

  • 9 years ago

    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