An ancient playground of a million myths
A natural wonder as the clouds lift.
A site of unmatched mystery
And yet we know its history.
Mother natures stone tent
Without a single penny spent,
I find it strange
How times do change.
Our lives
In stone.
Carlsberger.
that task was a struggle so if it looks naff let me know.lol
ReplyDeletecarl
This is really special! I know this is a very difficult task - and, like sugadust, you haven't quite mastered the iambic feet (see if you can figure out where/why - and perhaps others can learn from this too, as the iambs are the hardest part of all with this task). But you HAVE written in pentameters very well, and your rhyme is almost there too. More than that, however, you show a brilliant way with words: "Mother Nature's stone tent" = marvellous and totally original. And the whole poem is completely cohesive and has a very powerful, uniting thread (and a wonderful final couplet, even though it lacks a final rhyme). Well done!
ReplyDeletethanks sir, i see where i could improve! :-)
ReplyDeletewow dat wozzzz gr888 i lyked dat 2, and ahem where sugadust went wrong?!?! :O dont b8 me out sir loool
ReplyDelete*cough* favatism lol o yh sir i didnt rhyme the last two lines because i thought it would be a break from routine a grab peoples attention.lol
ReplyDeleteWow..=D
ReplyDeleteThat was really amazing. Not only was the detail brilliant, but I have to say the 'Rhyming and Topic' went together exteremly well.
Great work Carl.
;D
WoW I loved this. Unlike mine yours makes sense LOL
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