You have to read this poem

  • Xionide
    11 years ago

    It's by a young poet aged 21 here in the uk

    DESERT

    It has taken years: clasping a battering ram
    Under our arms, braced and ready to charge.
    We are ructious, war-torn,
    A broken state. Our mouths dusty and stuck
    With old sand, wearing down our tongues.
    And still, you stayed.

    You are framed in our front doorway:
    Always bent and precise,
    Shadowed like burnt stone.
    Sometimes, exquisite in your time-chewed chair,
    And hot from the fire:
    You are smoking at the seams.

    My body is burnt, unclean, ash-brown.
    It's gone on too long and I am weak as old lungs.
    Today is the last day
    And my ribs blister, but I'll ask you again
    To surrender your toothbrush
    And stay.

    By Jennifer Lane, Prescot, Merseyside

  • Paul Gondwe
    11 years ago

    This is really good...

  • Kitty Kurse
    11 years ago

    I loved it!

  • Dagmar Wilson
    11 years ago

    This is really good. I love it

  • Mello193
    11 years ago

    This was really cool

  • Amy
    11 years ago

    The emotion in the poem has just grasped me from the beginning to the end it just flowed one of my favourites now. 10/5 just amazing!!!

  • Amy
    11 years ago

    The emotion in the poem has just grasped me from the beginning to the end it just flowed one of my favourites now. 10/5 just amazing!!! I don't know what else I could say about this poem but just WOW

  • Yrem Crish
    11 years ago

    It is great!

  • Darren
    11 years ago

    Awesome

  • Natasha
    11 years ago

    Yeah, this is pretty good, although a little twisted or complicated for me to understand. But overall, it's fine.

  • michael lehew
    10 years ago

    I totally agree one of the better ones I have read

  • Edward D Zurovec
    10 years ago

    A great poem! Hear, read this.

    Maya Angelou's

    Passing Time

    Your skin like dawn
    mine like musk

    one paints the beginning
    of a certain end.

    The others, the end of a
    Sure beginning.

  • Edward D Zurovec
    10 years ago

    Or A,

    Maya Angelou's

    A Conceit

    Give me your hand

    Make room for me
    to lead and follow

    beyond this rage of poetry.

    Let others have
    the privacy of
    touching words
    and love of loss
    of love.

    For me
    Give me your hand.

  • Edward D Zurovec
    10 years ago

    Or A,

    Maya Angelou's

    A Conceit

    Give me your hand

    Make room for me
    to lead and follow

    beyond this rage of poetry.

    Let others have
    the privacy of
    touching words
    and love of loss
    of love.

    For me
    Give me your hand.

  • Edward D Zurovec
    10 years ago

    Or A,

    Maya Angelou's

    A Conceit

    Give me your hand

    Make room for me
    to lead and follow

    beyond this rage of poetry.

    Let others have
    the privacy of
    touching words
    and love of loss
    of love.

    For me
    Give me your hand.