Poem -
stink.
I close the iron gates,
To keep you out,
Not only for privacy,
But for peace of mind,
A person uncaring,
Not welcome here,
Our own little,
Sheltering hemisphere,
The words written ,
with invisible ink,
Upon your trespassing foot,
Do sink,
Towards hell the very brink,
The smell of sulfur,
Forever you shall stink.
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Comments
Just like your title Nardine this poem I feel holds a pungent and strong message to 'that' it is written for. Ā I could sense the strength in your words but also a vulnerability, even angst,Ā behind some of them.Ā
You conveyed the emotion perfectly. Ā A big 5*s from me hun:)
Dearest Rachel, hehe it made me laugh writing it, maybe an evil laugh but with kind intentions lol, love you heaps babe, nardine xoxo
Wonderful write sweetie.Love these lines, words written with invisible ink, upon your trespassing sink....loved it..
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Thank you princess, I'm glad you enjoyed it, much love to you dear, nardine xoxo
nardine sanderson,
Amazing, Alluring, My applause, My vote
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WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
Thank you dear friend sir Williamsji, much appreciated, hope you are well sir, love to you nardine xoxo