The Remains

by Evil Amoeba

in Completed Works

The Remains

Clamoring in shards of tan
I wait beneath the desert sands
Striking out against the brash
And futile work of human hands

My flesh is gold, my heart is stone
Life flows throughout my lifeless bone
With body blue, and mind of white
My self is grass and overgrown

I grind the earth beneath my feet
And tear away the city street
Lovers caught between a kiss
Hide me in a rosen sheet

Mankind's lock, a prison cell
His rage has left, his dreams as well
Passion dies a salty death
For without storms, how does one sail?

Your impulse is but crust for clams
And freedom, now, forgotten plans
Civ'lization is the cage
For I, beneath the desert sands

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Mar 20th 2008
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human nature poem
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Yes, yes, I know. It's a poem. I actually put a good deal of thought into this one, however. I'm interested in seeing what you (Yes, you. With the dark hair) think about it.

No, I will not explain what I intended for the poem to mean in this comment area.

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Punk Jax Says:

I'm still not liking the well-sail connection.
Otherwise, you'd be keeping a swell "flow" from abcb rhymes.
Nice and beachy. Reminds me of Atlantis.

supervioletrays Says:

I like it. I'm not the worlds biggest fan of poems that have any sort of rhyme in it, but I do think its great. I kinda wish you would send me a message talking about what meaning is behind it...

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kunimitsu ken Says:

Hmm. This is actually quite interesting. Nice rhyme scheme, and I like the way it makes one THINK. Kudos.

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Randi and Ryan Forev Says:

Wow.

I would comment on the rhyme scheme being fabulous, the shadows behind the poem being so hidden but so obvious... I would comment on how well you always write...

But I'll just say, "Fav. "