The Players

October 24, 2012
By casperwatson PLATINUM, West Hartford, Connecticut
casperwatson PLATINUM, West Hartford, Connecticut
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A raging, riveting river,
The emotions make you shiver,
Since it only flows filled with artist’s tears,
That only drop when their painting smears.

The rain bleeds down on a poet’s face like blood,
The beauteous color of a ripe rose bud,
When he looks straight up at the greying heaven,
His mind is struck by an elegant levin.

The wind blew gently on the musician’s small hand,
That was used to make melody all over the land,
So he raised up his pipe and let notes out so grand,
That he was longer in a lonely one man band.

No one can fathom the demeanor of live livers,
The art that one can make from just their hands and a brush,
Or how a pen or pipe can make this world so lush.



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on Nov. 3 2012 at 3:31 pm
casperwatson PLATINUM, West Hartford, Connecticut
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I mean very

on Nov. 3 2012 at 3:31 pm
casperwatson PLATINUM, West Hartford, Connecticut
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Thank you verr much :)

on Oct. 31 2012 at 5:31 am
PurpOreos SILVER, Macomb, Michigan
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Favorite Quote:
Keep smiling...Because life is a beautiful thing. And there is so much to smile about!
"Either write something worth reading or do something worth writing" Benjamin Franklin

Wow totally not expecting that...Your poem is amazing! I love your colorful vocabulary. The picture fits nicely with yourr poem. Talnted! Write more! (:  (Thanks for commenting on one of my poems.)


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