Leaves

by Krete   Feb 7, 2005


Leaves swirl in showers,
Like innocence on the break,
they wage a war like flowers,
only to die as weight.

Satire messages wind they're course,
they have this creed called greed,
bent on traditional source,
an emotion sickness deed.

Liken like keen suppression,
dear ones hurry home,
these Hitler fascist impressions,
nothing left to own.

A sweet tune medley,
an ecstasy course so rare,
this violence broken deadly,
sadness all to bare.

A message worn of care.
This broken medley tare:

My Life lost of Where.

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  • 19 years ago

    by Luke

    awesome man. i liked the words you used. im back on here now and im gonna read some more of your stuff now. catcha later! -Luke 5/5

  • 19 years ago

    by Courtney Lynn

    that was awsome!!!

  • 19 years ago

    by Johnny Marlin 2

    Excellent poem, sorry I haven't had the chance to read much, I'll get back when I can... Take care, good job!

  • 19 years ago

    by Amilo

    That was an extremely enjoyable poem... a wonderful read.. the phrasing and words were beautiful and still has a lovely, wistful hue of emotion within it..

    one thing, though.. I didn't really like "creed of greed"... it made it sound a bit... cheesy? .. maybe a bit.. off?.. well.. ignore that, if you wish.. but I won't let it refrain me from voting a 5.

  • 19 years ago

    by Ironic Allure

    Beautifully phrased. Very touching. Not what I was expecting after reading the title, but then again, I'm not really sure what I was expecting exactly.
    Wonderful write none the less.
    Take care of yourself.
    All my love,
    Laura.

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