Happy 4th of July

Happy 4th of July

A Poem by dukovan

Taking our time to get to our seats,
I've got a clean spot,
much like a blind spot,
so no need to watch your feet.

Backs to the end of the day,
facing the evening,
and I know its deceiving,
but I trust your sun-kissed cheeks.

Another holiday here again,
to light up your evening,
I know last years deceiving,
but later tonight is still clean.

I was watching fireworks explode in your eyes,
like a super nova of an entire year.
Granted I thought it better than it probably was,
I'll believe those pretty lies,
out of nostalgia, and fear
of a lesser next year.

You know you're not as bad,
as I've made you out to be.
I know its deceiving,
and I doubt your really believe them,
those pretty lights on the ceiling, tonight.

Is there something worse,
or better than anything?
The time it takes to compare,
is just obstructing our stares
to that fiery ceiling,
tonight.

I watched beauty watch the fire,
and the fire burned with beauty in her eyes.




© 2012 dukovan


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Good poem, was expecting something different but I liked it regardless. Very visually descriptive and pleasing :)

Posted 12 Years Ago


This was lovely. I actually enjoyed reading each and every line. Your first stanza was a good representation of the rest of the poem, and the rhythm was enjoyable to follow. Good work!

Posted 12 Years Ago


Gorgous poem, lovely vocabulary :)

Posted 12 Years Ago


There is a wonderful song caught within this poem--bring it out and chisel away the fat. "I watched beauty watch the fire, / and the fire burned with beauty in her eyes." is absolutely beautiful. Should go in the chorus.



Posted 12 Years Ago


I like this.. there are all kinds of fireworks..

Posted 12 Years Ago



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