Spilt Milk and Graves

Spilt Milk and Graves

A Poem by Archia

How many times must a man resent his losses?

And cry over the milk that has split,

at the bottom of his grave?

When will the princess

become a mockery of girls?

And the knight,

the man that has all the true love?

When this happens,

the world will be thrown into its torrent;

words and words and syllables,

on the tips of each tongue.

It is when the man with no tongue will laugh,

and be happy that eyes must do the talking.

Then a man can count his losses,

and a princess will be a mockery.

It is then that graves will smile,

and knights will have no love.

But no fear must be felt,

by whom is fearful.

Only those that do not know

will shake.

because only those that do not know,

won’t realise,

a princess is just a girl,

and a grave is just a block of earth.

But no one will realise that spilt milk,

is just a puddle.

 

© 2013 Archia


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Archia
I'm not sure what I make of this, so anything you have to say would be much appreciated.

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it is creative.and spilt milk is just a puddle but with the prices today it can be an expensive puddle.maybe when princesses are a mockery to little girls we will be able to afford to spill milk.I like it

Posted 10 Years Ago


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“It is when the man with no tongue will laugh,
and be happy that eyes must do the talking.”
Great lines, I really like them…
I’m not really sure what to make of this either…I thought maybe it’s like when people start getting old and they are frustrated by it. Which is ridiculous because you either get old or die…old is a better option and even the old can’t avoid death…but I doubt my thoughts…

Posted 11 Years Ago


Well, what's that...! It's quite different to read but apart from this i just liked it, i don't know it was fun or a different ink, but whatever it's i knew it's only graves n split milk...
deeply written

Posted 11 Years Ago


I really liked the title. A friend of mine added this piece to their reading list, and it drew me in when I saw it in my news feed. I suppose this piece represents detachment from our old perceptions of the world. I think it also carries the idea of the meek inheriting the earth as well. I liked what I found here.

Posted 11 Years Ago


I love the ending 'spilt milk is just a puddle' - so true, yet so wrong at the same time. Very enjoyable, loved it.

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I enjoyed the structure of this one. It gets better as it evolves. The questions at the beginning make make the last few lines that more stronger. The last line is the perfect final punch to end this beautiful piece.

Posted 11 Years Ago


I liked the ending specifically, but the beginning is also nice, it just needs to lead up to the ending a bit better. I did like it, quite a bit, though.

Posted 11 Years Ago


Well that makes 2 of us, haha. But I do enjoy reading and writing unique poems. Oh you forgot the R in grave on the third line.

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I like it!!!!

Posted 12 Years Ago


I really enjoyed it, I agree that it gets much better at the end but i do like it! Very nice and also any advice on my own would be greatly appreciated.

Posted 12 Years Ago



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