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loved
loved
Feb 06, 2010 ⭐ View statistics (Premium feature)

THE LAST KISS

Kiss of Death

 

Hello stragglers where does this last journey end,

We don’t know yet

Come on man

Why are you lagging behind?

They continued to march

Although slowly and sluggishly. Some smiled, others whistled,

As the ten soldiers marched lifelessly by the river side, watching a nude babe swim, all by her self. They moved on,

This last guy simply trotted along

Barely could he walk. He sat besides the river bed; she came up and asked him

If all was well?

He groaned a bit, she helped him slowly remove his kit, very bit, and then swam into the river, hoping he’d follow her. She looked back, he simply smiled; she came again and gave him a light kiss, then pulled him into the river, after her

Then he sighed, he turned upside down

She thought he’d drowned

The water was red,

The soldier was dead...

— loved, Feb 06, 2010

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Lunegirl

16 years 4 months ago

This i believe is a

This i believe is a development on your last poem that i read ; ) I think that you spelt every wrong, as very. a great poem, some strong imagery here with simple words vix Optimism in adversity nutures positive outcomes
loved

loved

16 years 4 months ago

HELLO VIX

I JUST WRITE WHAT COMES TO MY MIND AND THOUGH ITS BAD I FEED TO MY LAP TOP IT GIVES ME 100/100 FLESCH GRADE LEVEL AND I POST IT I DONT READ MY OWN POEMS SECOND TIME I GET FEED BACK FROM U THEN NOW I WILL CORRECT ALSO AS ADVISED I HAVE WRITTEN 2250 PLUS POEMS THIS YEAR AND AT TIMES IF I READ A TITLE I CANT REMEMBER WHETHER I HAVE WRITTEN IT . PLEASE INCLUDE ME IN UR BUDDY LIST SO THAT I CAN ALSO READ UR POEMS THANKS I STILL DONT KNOW HOW TO ACCESS UR PROFILE
Nordic cloud

Nordic cloud

16 years 4 months ago

a powerful story told in beautiful simplicity.

"marched lifelessly " ? Listlessly perhaps or...? "This last guy simply" we haven't met him before as an individual? The last guy perhaps or...? Have you witnessed such things. And if so I am sorry as it must be a terrible thing to remember, a powerful story told in beautiful simplicity. Yours Ann of Norway
loved

loved

16 years 4 months ago

one more for u ma'am

The evening As the evening of my life Approaches The shadows of the sun Encroaches. I look taller Than I actually am The long spectrum o’er The setting sun, Beckons me to come. As I move closer Towards the horizon The evening of my life I feel has now finally come. Wait the sun smiles, As your evening does arise I shall elsewhere Like the dawn of humanity Also shall, As usual rise. Let all others surmise. Oh poet of the 21st century Rise Take the world by storm If not surprise Rise Rise Rise The evening of your life Hath come but gone away One more evening Time, Commands you to stay.
Nordic cloud

Nordic cloud

16 years 4 months ago

Oh WOW WOW NOw I cannot say

Oh WOW WOW NOw I cannot say no one has written a poem directly to me, can I? You really overwhelm me and make me feel transported into another realm of human correspondence, how can I thank you, I feel I shall have to respond with a poem for you but not on the spot, unless it suddenly comes at the end of this comment! I know little about you yet you strike a chord an accord of friendship sent abroad to me How honoured I feel at your kind zeal and such praise is real what can I say? your poetry rises in height takes flight in its verses the loveliness disperses its light and you make me happy tonight. Thank you, and thank you again you mysterious named person from Afghanistan in the sun. To access my profile you plonk on my photo and it comes like magic!!! I will indeed add you to my buddy list, how could I not!!! Love and thank you again from Ann of Norway. (Eerie on a poem called "The last kiss"!!!!)
loved

loved

16 years 3 months ago

the last kiss

The last kiss Was about the lost soldier Who couldn't oblige And you have taken Upon yourself Now to oblige And write an obituary On my behalf. His life was a misery But I dare say I thank you on his behalf, For to read you Is my desire Let anyone set My whole body on fire And I damn dare say I shall read all your poetry just today. I hope this of the cuff poem Is not partly off As you direct me to cut it of. ISTAN FROM AFGHANISTAN???