I will put into the box...
The shavings of ice percolating down the airy sides.
Heat from the fiery forces encompassing within the four walls.
A pinch of spearmint stabbing acuminously against the fabricated surface.
A touch of love and forgiveness.
I will put into the box …
The wisdom of protection.
Shock of capability from the forces of obscurity.
And treasure dropped from the celestial spheres above.
I will put into the box …
The hate precipitating into a tenacious spot.
Letters of doubt fullness overflowing.
My box is fashioned from diamonds and gold and on the lid the wisdom which overtakes eternity.
Its hinges are fastened with the world's most finest leather which tells very decisive tales.
I shall put into box
A stone of devotion and infatuation.
A heart of of courage and salvation,
the hope of compassion.
This is my magic box poem. I had to think of descriptive language to put into this poem. I am happy with this poem and had lots of fun!
1 comments:
What a fabulous poem Latham! You have painted a very clear picture with your words. I really like the line 'My box is fashioned from diamonds and gold and on the lid the wisdom which overtakes eternity.' - It's very powerful :)
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