Kyle Shield Laster

Rookie - 171 Points (July 18,1991)

Die, I, Pretty. - Poem by Kyle Shield Laster

Find my body in a state-
That mesmerizes eyes.
Souls come forth to view it-
As it not so quickly dies.

Suffer skin and bone of mine.
The people they will please.
As I draw my dying breath-
I won't, for I'm a tease.

They'll shield me from the scorching heat;
My Mississippi burning.
Die I'll not in sweaty Summer;
Winter's what I'm yearning.

The snow will avalanche my form.
Then prances Spring so flitty.
Discover- iced: my cold remains.
Forever, die, I, pretty.

Topic(s) of this poem: death, vanity


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  • (7/13/2008 3:11:00 AM)


    Once again your eloquence is revealed.... excellent! (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, July 1, 2008

Poem Edited: Friday, January 5, 2018


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