Free Poetry Contest
Free Love Poems \
was a brutal distortion of both ideals
father had envisioned it the kind of hedge
that bordered estates of the affluent.
Mother had hoped for nothing more
Than for it to be healthy and pleasant.
Externally mother excused it
It was growing still, after all.
Internally, ideals vanished
As the hedge continued to grow
into an unruly thinness
Made up of tangled up branches
That left unsightly holes
inside out chip packets
And hardening waste.
Not that they mattered.
They died soon after its birth
To fill it’s holes.
Please rate my poetry-I''m an ambitious teen and I really want to improve
© By gingerbreadandcream On 3/28/2008 4:27:02 AM
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