- Non-Erotic Poetry
- Garden of Evil
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This poem was written for the 'Grab A Partner' Poetry Challenge by The Mutt and Miss Oatlash. The Mutt wrote the odd lines and Miss Oatlash wrote the even lines.
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I walk the smoky streets of burning towns.
Around me lie the seared remains of life.
No color, save ash grays and bloodstain browns;
decay surrounds, the stench of fear is rife.
A heedless slog through bones and outstretched hands
that seek my empty soul but dare not touch.
My cinder heart made stone by wars demand.
I lean on you, your strength becomes my crutch.
Your eyes, that never once showed doubt or fear
look down on me, expressionless and void.
They see my plight, yet do not shed a tear,
assuring me of hope I thought destroyed.
A sword, am I, made keen by holy writ;
a mighty blade of steel prepared to fight.
A Christian soldier, safe from satan's pit,
alone amid remains of sacred blight.
- COMMENTS
LeBrozalmost 17 years agoThis poem was mentioned in the Archival Review thread, in a picking through Lit's archive of over 36,000 poems.
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WickedEveover 19 years agoyour lines read as though they are from two different poets, but they do complement each other. Nice job guys.
flyguy69over 19 years agoSuch a hopeful piece- reflects the wonderful chemistry of the partnership!
