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by Maple Tree Mar 23, 2016
Nature, environment /
Black skies are
These eyes become
under moon's shadow;
like a star within first light.
I lay here, barren in thoughts-
Grieving for a nature that
simply does not exist,
virgin trees have kissed
extinction, man's hands
become dirtier than my
like a newborn, cloaked
within moss upon a spring morn-
Rain is a gentle whisper upon my cheek,
death is a violent storm-
My irises are hazy,
with a hint of green and
the past becomes torrential
A calm after the storm.
by Kireasha L
Well Maple tree, looks like you've done it again! This poem deserved to win, you really get the attention of the reader in every line. Beautifully written- CONGRATS
Congratulations on your win Andrea! Awesome poem!
by Milly Hayward
Beautifully written and conjures up such wonderful images. I loved in particular
Swaddling memoires like a new born, cloacked within moss upon a spring morn-(sorry thought I would just mention just a small typo cloacked should be cloaked.)
by Maple Tree
Thank you Milly!! <3
What a lovely way to start your poem. The first line really gave life to the body of this poem making worthy my nomination.
All the best.
Such beauty in your writing.
'virgin trees have kissed extinction' I love this line
Also love how you end it.. Captivating from start to finish.
Thank you Em!!!