Imagery Poem

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RByron418 said:You actually seem to be deleting comments that are about the poems being posted.  Why?  Isn't that the point?

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Wh1skeySwagger and Phoenix_Risen thank you for your respective participation.

You are very welcome dear poetess..respect

Hey Grace, just thought that my latest work (from my blog) was better suited for this category than my previous post here.
Wanted to share more than just the 5 senses.
https://eternalhate.tumblr.com/post/616703516293185536/adrift
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Adrift

I find that it is easy to get lost—

In the twinkling stars adorned by the summer night
In the slow and arduous shape-shifting of clouds
In the abundant air saturating my breath
In the volatile rage of a metaphoric stab wound
In the pain justified by betrayal
In justice that warrants bigotry

In sloth
In the apathy of sinners
In envy
In the triumph of winners
In greed

In the absence of clarity
In the defiance of disparity
In the forest of sanctuary
In the abyss of despair
In the fields of chaos
In an ocean of madness

In the setting sun that kisses the cloudless horizon
In the rising moon the lingers to keep the dark at bay
In the quiet that sometimes isn’t quite as quiet as one would imagine ‘the quiet’ to be
In cacophony when the quiet is no longer soothing

In the eyes of the one you admire
In the taste of eternity
In the aftermath of heartbreak
In the contemplation of suicide
In the agony of loss
In the fear of being alone
In the impatience of consequence
In the search for certainty

In an untethered thought
In the euphemistic mayhem doing the right thing causes
In the naive revelations of selfishness
In the bleeding heart of selflessness
In the fantasies of the flesh
In the thrill of murder
In the deafening screams of orgasmic dreams
In the fallacies of mandarins that have survived the millennia

—In reality,
hard and cold,
somber and bold,
bright and beautiful

In the red neon sign outside the church that reads,
‘Find your calling.’

But I nevertheless believe that—
’Stillness lies fast here
This decaying remnant of discarded effort
Home for broken backs and blistering feet
Under searing skies and frozen stars
Where preternatural guides await drifters’
—not all the lost are those who wander.

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-picture from pxhere.
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This is my first time putting a poem within a poem.
Original poem at - deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems/76194-vagabond

Rachelleundrgrd and 13, thank you for your entry.

Your rhyming scheme and the story itself were perfect.  Well done!

Sounds almost like a song that needs to be sung!  Well done!