Childish Plays

by LadyPearl   Oct 19, 2006


A rhythmic beat on the ground;
Two little red knobs,
Turning, spinning over again.
While a smile; such a sweet smile,
Painted upon plump, young cheeks.

Throughout time this rope swung,
Like a pendulum of a clock.
Ignorant of the passing time;
Trying to linger just a bit more,
Till finally the threads became limp.

A child no longer; dreams to be free.
Suddenly empowered by shadows of laws
Feeling for the first, rising cheeks of shame,
Knowing just right now, everything was a play ,

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  • 17 years ago

    by fhdfnvgyntfugy

    I LIKE IT RETURN THE LOVE AND COMMENT MINES

  • 17 years ago

    by Eddy

    You have My Vote As a 4/5 :)

  • 17 years ago

    by Arsalan D

    Very well written with a beautiful message to it

    Arsalan D.

  • 17 years ago

    by Brittney Follett

    Excellent. I love the last stanza the best.. your beat and rhythm was great in this poem,
    Awesome Job Babe!
    5/5

  • 17 years ago

    by xxEvilAngelxx

    I havent seen a poem yet about this. It's very unique, as Tara-Kay said, and i absolutely LOVE unique! The imagery was incredible! It just made me smile as i read the first stanza! wonderful write!

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