Like Skeletons, We Lived

by LadyPearl   Feb 3, 2007


The footsteps of my fathers,
stain red beneath our tears.
March onward till you wither,
Till days morph into years.

Even hope has lost its value,
When stared into the eyes.
And faith swept under darkness,
When Heaven itself dies.

The gunshots are like my bells,
Cold and hard at the sound.
So harsh my body shivers,
Along with the ashened ground.

Large mounds of previous friends--
seen as nothing but sad fate,
No love, no heart for memories,
or deathly faces await.

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  • 17 years ago

    by Ariana

    I really liked this. The subject is very touching, and I liked the originality. I'm really impressed with how flawless your rhyming is and how your language (i.e. the words you chose) fit in perfectly with the rhythm and the idea. In fact I'm almost jealous lol. nice work

  • 17 years ago

    by luna bella

    WOW great job lots of emotion

  • 17 years ago

    by BECCA lessTHANthree

    Wow.. this poem is soo great! the flow is flawless and the rhymes are all wonderful.. not one seems forced even the slightest bit.. your choice of words really bring this poem to life.. spectacular write

  • 17 years ago

    by Kristina

    Wow this is really good. it flowed soo nicely together. probably one of the best poems i read by you. i enjoyed reading it. keep writing! 5/5

    ~Kristina

  • 17 years ago

    by omen

    Woah dark sad, and awesome!

    "Large mounds of previous friends--
    seen as nothing but sad fate,
    No love, no heart for memories,
    or deathly faces await" that was my favorite part, how you write flows so well

    great job 5/5
    omen

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