That feeling deep within
When your held down by your own kin
Accused over and over again for false sin
Your life thrown into the bin
The fire that burns under
Your kicked in the wound so you can't even mutter
Hope becomes blurred as a feather can flutter
They look into your eyes and see an ember
The world shakes under your eyes
Yelling voices and expectations buzz like flies
You see now all the lies
Holding it in, breathing for calm until you hear just one more sigh...
Then it's the drive you feel right there
Where you can't think and thrash without care
All that anger and fear comes out from it's lair
You've done all you could to bare
You stand tired and shattered
Your false hope and dreams clatter
Shivering in confusion and seeking air
You look to the moon, to become a pair
Mother Moon shines down upon your dare
Your act to even actions and make them fair
No longer will child of the earth be wronged
Standing tall and strong with teeth sharp and long
Muzzle to the air you erupt with an ancient song
That was the Drive
The ability to Thrive
To Dive
To Survive
It's why you will stay Alive
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Wow....
Great poem, Writing *Hugs* I love the rythem, it flowed like liquid gold. I honestly envy your ability to write both poetry and stories. Unfortuntely, I'm not too good at poetry.
Oh, and I've gotta say, this line was superbly delivered; Hope becomes blurred as a feather can flutter
Very nice visual imagery there, Writing
10 thumbs up
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punxnotdead wrote:
Wow....
Great poem, Writing *Hugs* I love the rythem, it flowed like liquid gold. I honestly envy your ability to write both poetry and stories. Unfortuntely, I'm not too good at poetry.
Oh, and I've gotta say, this line was superbly delivered; Hope becomes blurred as a feather can flutter
Very nice visual imagery there, Writing
10 thumbs up
Awww, your flattery will only get you some of my home cooked food Punx...but that should be taken as a threat rather then praise, I suck at cooking.
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WritingWulf wrote:
punxnotdead wrote:
Wow....
Great poem, Writing *Hugs* I love the rythem, it flowed like liquid gold. I honestly envy your ability to write both poetry and stories. Unfortuntely, I'm not too good at poetry.
Oh, and I've gotta say, this line was superbly delivered; Hope becomes blurred as a feather can flutter
Very nice visual imagery there, Writing
10 thumbs upAwww, your flattery will only get you some of my home cooked food Punx...but that should be taken as a threat rather then praise, I suck at cooking.
No problem-o I'm sure you're a far better cook than me.
Guess what I eat when I don't know what to cook (since I'm a health nut (that loooovesss chocolate))? I eat tuna burgers, with a hint of lime, carrot, and whole wheat crackers Mmmmmmm, sound deliscous?
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ooo, a home cooked meal. lol hey great poem. it really is fluid.
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Thank you Goldie
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