‘Tis said that at the zenith of our clashing love
we see things as they truly are, untouched by
the feral nature of the human heart, sweet
seconds pass and the illusionary wall doth fall.
Such comfort lies within the tepid waters of
our youth, where we can lie beneath the epic
ebb and flow of life untouched; naïve we are
immune. Perchance that here our dreams are true,
where angels walk with us in stride and heal us
with their open palms that we may see with candid
eyes the silvered web that dew-strung life doth
cling with eager hand.
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I liked it, I guess. I can never make much of these type of poetry. (My mind doesn't work this way.)
...lie beneath the epoch ebb and flow whose steady wrath [insert some words here?] Whose steady wrath what? It didn't make sense to me.But this seemed wrong:
Wow, I am really impressed, are you sure you're 16?lol
I think that your poem is utterly fantastic and have nothing bad to say at all.
I have to sign off cause I'm gonna be late... but I just wanted to say WOW first.
Great emotion in the story, breathtaking imagery.
-Gen