The Dying Moon. Poem by Kyle Shield Laster

The Dying Moon.

Rating: 2.7


We'll panic 'neath the dying moon:
Mating in the dirt.
All will know when finally-
God does ease the hurt.

Raptured into heaven all:
Those who earned a piece.
Caked in mud and decadence:
Lost souls pray for a peace.

Wednesday, July 9, 2008
Topic(s) of this poem: faith
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Kinyua Karanja 09 July 2015

A concise Poem with a great theme and symbolic language. Very nice.

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Killing Hope 11 July 2008

Deep and dark, great small poem, PZ.

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Kyle Shield Laster

Clarksdale, Mississippi
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