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by Austin   Jul 20, 2008


My friends are invisible,
Forged from the finest lumber.
Through my mind they act,
And on paper they slumber.

By machine they were made,
But man gave them birth.
In my mind they played,
Which gave them their worth.

In my thoughts they are kept,
Where they guard my soul.
They healed eyes that wept,
for my indifferent toll.

They are beautiful to me,
immortalized like glass.
They are everything I see,
As their stories end, alas.

(C) Austin, 2008

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  • 17 years ago

    by a broken smile with a broken heart is a poets life

    Okay love the poem.
    again the rhyme was very good there are a few lines that fade a little on the rhyming..
    but still your poem was beautiful...
    i know that people might think that the poem is for a friend, but the words that you used where also discribing something deeper..like society and man...if i'm wrong please correct me..

    **Ada**
    *aBSwaBHiaPL*

  • 17 years ago

    by x Mo x

    Hmm. I was somewhat confused on this one.

    At first I was thinking imaginary friends, then you mentioned wood, so I imagined invisible furniture. Not sure how that worked out in my head.

    The writing was really good. I like the made by machine but man gave them birth. That's a way awesome line in my opinion. I'm not exactly sure why, but it fascinates me.

    Great job! keep it up!

    -mo-

  • 17 years ago

    by StillxBreathing

    This line, "In my mind they played,
    Which gave them their worth." is my fav. and the last stanza.
    very good. i liked it a lot. 5/5

  • 17 years ago

    by Michael D Nalley

    This one also flowed quite nicely

  • 17 years ago

    by Annaam

    Srsly good work!! 8)

    5/5

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