The Devils Canvas
The Devils Canvas Is a Cold barren wasteland
Soaked in pain and sorrow
It is a muddy scary place
So very far away from what many call home
His paint the red blood of the lost soldiers
And the white souls that drift away by the thousands every day
His paint brushes
Are Disagreement
Greed
Fear
And Hatred
The devil uses these tools to paint a picture
A picture of an unknown unhappy place
A picture that nobody wants to look at but can not look away
Jamie Pennock
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7 comments:
these are both really good jaimie :-)
Very original
You could be the next Joe sakic
I like blue
You really use good imagery in this poem it paints a clear picture in my mind of teh devils wasteland. Youi have a little bit of everything in here. You use alliteration and a few oxymorons too. I wouldnt change it. My favorite line is...
"His paint the red blood of the lost soldiers
And the white souls that drift away by the thousands every day"
Good Job Jamie! NEWT!
Andrew Medjuck
The Devils Canvas Is a Cold barren wasteland
Soaked in pain and sorrow
It is a muddy scary place
So very far away from what many call home
His paint, the red blood of the lost soldiers
And the white souls that drift away by the thousands every day
His paint brushes
Are Disagreement
Greed
Fear
And Hatred
The devil uses these tools to paint a picture
A picture of an unknown, unhappy place
A picture that nobody wants to look at, but can not look away
So the devils art goes down in history
loved by some
hated by most
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