Kyle Shield Laster

Rookie - 171 Points (July 18,1991)

The Dying Moon. - Poem by Kyle Shield Laster

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.

Topic(s) of this poem: faith


Comments about The Dying Moon. by Kyle Shield Laster

  • Kinyua Karanja (7/9/2015 5:21:00 AM)

    A concise Poem with a great theme and symbolic language. Very nice. (Report)Reply

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  • (7/11/2008 5:42:00 PM)

    Deep and dark, great small poem, PZ. (Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, July 9, 2008

Poem Edited: Friday, January 5, 2018


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