Recycled Night

Discussion in 'Poetry' started by cooper790, Apr 20, 2007.

  1. cooper790

    cooper790 Member

    The moon shrinks, the moon grows,
    The city dies and the young girl knows;
    Amidst the wood wild with life
    The girl wept, a heart blackened and strife.
    And the moon shrinks, the moon grows.

    The city shrouded with darkness on the roofs and walls.
    But the girl, the girl falls.
    The bright yellow ball, a gleam of light
    Attempts comfort but amplifies the depressing night.
    And the moon shrinks, the moon grows.

    Midnight arrives; the bells toll with life
    Weak and ill the girl reaches for a knife.
    The sun rises, the arrival of dawn,
    But the young girls breath has long been gone.
    And the moon shrinks, the moon grows.
  2. Malapascua

    Malapascua Member

    I like the style you chose for this piece.
  3. Miss_Beatle

    Miss_Beatle Beatlemaniac

    Cool poem :)

    WOO! My 400th post!
  4. Poem~Girl

    Poem~Girl Member

    very nice style
  5. buddm4n

    buddm4n Member

    i think it means alot more if you can relate to the girl, which i think alot of people can. this one is good. most peoples poems nowadays you can hardly follow the thought process let alone the message being conveyed by the author. good job
  6. quite good, you should look at the work of Laurie Anderson

    this is just for you as I liked your poem a lot and I think you could develop on style and content

    (have a look it starts a bit wierd but becomes brilliant)
  7. myself

    myself just me

  8. madcap

    madcap Member

    good poem, i can form my own interpretation from it

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