The Mire

By LordBrosnian

The Mire
transpires
My thoughts
set on fire
I tire
I wilt
In the silt
of the Mire
limbs tire
eyes close
predisposed
Like the Rose
as it froze
Fro' the Snows
Mighty blows
from the Mire
Sweet brier
illed; Frozen
now broken
deformed
from the Storm
frigid Snows
Often blown
Top the Mire
I, helpless
breathe deep
In the Winds
O' chill'd sleep
To one day
retreat
Fro' the Breeze
Of this Mire
Such dreams
Oft' fleeting
Decieving
Believing
That one day
Sun's warmth
may calm Storms
'pon the Mire
To believe
In such Dreams
Often seems
to esteem
the weak Stem
Ay' condemned
In this Mire
To Dream!!!

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Published on Wednesday, January 11, 2006. Filed under: "Poetry"

Comments on "The Mire"

On Thursday, January 12, 2006, LordBrosnian (44) wrote:

All of that for this piece of shit? You people ARE SICK!!! *raspy chuckle*
A former member wrote: Poised&steady 'til tumultuous end. Near-overwhelming flow. Winding and flawless. Thank you.
On Wednesday, January 11, 2006, TaintedButterfly (653) wrote:

Wow, that is brilliant!
On Wednesday, January 11, 2006, elisa (1595) wrote:

immersed in the clay.......molding the perfect world
On Wednesday, January 11, 2006, Shewolf (25) wrote:

I throw rose petals upon your stage, simply awesome.......~Shewolf~
On Wednesday, January 11, 2006, veingo (526) wrote:

The rhyme, and flow of this is wonderful. Just awesome! ^V^
A former member wrote: this was a powerful waterfall crashing upon boulders. it echoed into the sound of the water pounding. and the rhyme flowed effortlessly.
On Wednesday, January 11, 2006, urbanhumility (1158) wrote:

poetry incarnate! well done..........urban