Stefanie Fontker

Hollow

You have stripped the world
Of conversation, friendship and love
And offer nothing but unsatisfactory
Substitutions of scratching and feasting.

Yet you are heroized and held high,
Slipped upon a pedestal and sculpted,
Like a happy child holding a gun
To the back of a mother's head.

Poem Submitted: Wednesday, October 19, 2011
Poem Edited: Wednesday, October 19, 2011

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  • Vipins PuthooranVipins Puthooran (10/20/2011 2:46:00 PM)

    Beauty of poesy shines in your fingers..
    An amazing poem again

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  • Dave Walker (10/20/2011 11:08:00 AM)

    Wow very strong words yet again.
    A great write.

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  • Jyothsnaphanija Bolla (10/20/2011 10:04:00 AM)

    its swift, but shorp

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  • Shadow Girl (10/20/2011 9:14:00 AM)

    wow...i have to really ponder to grasp the depth..but thats what good poetry is about...great.
    SG
    x

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  • Jacqui BroadJacqui Broad (10/20/2011 5:37:00 AM)

    The finger just pulled the trigger. It is a subject of mystery..why we keep on having blind faith when the odds are against us..

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  • Unwritten SoulUnwritten Soul (10/19/2011 8:26:00 PM)

    Wo woooo cool down, that was big words and coiled in super meaning, belt it pretty well :) _Unwritten SOul

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  • Ben Burger (10/19/2011 8:15:00 PM)

    This is a very good poem, like most of your's. The way oyu explain everything is exeptional. Keep up your talent

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