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Do you like my poem, I call it “Foggy Sights” Poetry of a LoneWolf

As I race with the wind
Through Mother Nature’s playground
The sky becomes dark
And water began to pour from the heavens
I found a peak
Of rock and stone
Strong enough to hold my own
I lay a grace on this rocky bed
Feel the Cold’s true frigid embrace
I unleash the cradle from my sash
Laying it down upon the ground
Trying not to make a sound
I take her out and put her down
Putting each foot on the ground
I held her close to thy breast
Looked deeply into her eye
Like the all seeing eye of God
She determines life and death
Through her eye I see a great evil
And it must be cleansed
So as I pull back the bolt
And set my sites straight
With my hand held fast
Sturdier then a ships mast
I took my last breath
Pulled the trigger
Like lighting through the sky
A man lies dead with a bullet in his eye……

By Derek Hopper
(Thursday, January 10, 2008)

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The King Of Spades edited this post 5 months, 4 weeks ago. Read the previous text »

As I race with the wind
Through Mother Nature’s playground
The sky becomes dark
And water began to pour from the heavens
I found a peak
Of rock and stone
Strong enough to hold my own
I lay a grace on this rocky bed
Feel the Cold’s true frigid embrace
I unleash the cradle from my sash
Laying it down upon the ground
Trying not to make a sound
I take her out and put her down
Putting each foot on the ground
I held her close to thy breast
Looked deeply into her eye
Like the all seeing eye of God
She determines life and death
Through her eye I see a great evil
And it must be cleansed
So as I pull back the bolt
And set my sites straight
With my hand held fast
Sturdier then a ships mast
I took my last breath
Pulled the trigger
Like lighting through the sky
A man lies dead with a bullet in his eye……

By Derek Hopper
(Thursday, January 10, 2008)

The King Of Spades changed the tags on this post: they were "Race, Water, nature, death, Eye, god, Breast, Rocky, evil, life, poem, military, LoneWolf" 5 months, 2 weeks ago.

The King Of Spades edited this post 4 months, 2 weeks ago. Read the previous text »

Poetry of a Lonewolf, I call it “Foggy Sights”

As I race with the wind
Through Mother Nature’s playground
The sky becomes dark
And water began to pour from the heavens
I found a peak
Of rock and stone
Strong enough to hold my own
I lay a grace on this rocky bed
Feel the Cold’s true frigid embrace
I unleash the cradle from my sash
Laying it down upon the ground
Trying not to make a sound
I take her out and put her down
Putting each foot on the ground
I held her close to thy breast
Looked deeply into her eye
Like the all seeing eye of God
She determines life and death
Through her eye I see a great evil
And it must be cleansed
So as I pull back the bolt
And set my sites straight
With my hand held fast
Sturdier then a ships mast
I took my last breath
Pulled the trigger
Like lighting through the sky
A man lies dead with a bullet in his eye……

By Derek Hopper
(Thursday, January 10, 2008)

The King Of Spades edited this post 4 months, 2 weeks ago. Read the previous text »

Do you like my poem, I call it “Foggy Sights” Poetry of a LoneWolf

As I race with the wind
Through Mother Nature’s playground
The sky becomes dark
And water began to pour from the heavens
I found a peak
Of rock and stone
Strong enough to hold my own
I lay a grace on this rocky bed
Feel the Cold’s true frigid embrace
I unleash the cradle from my sash
Laying it down upon the ground
Trying not to make a sound
I take her out and put her down
Putting each foot on the ground
I held her close to thy breast
Looked deeply into her eye
Like the all seeing eye of God
She determines life and death
Through her eye I see a great evil
And it must be cleansed
So as I pull back the bolt
And set my sites straight
With my hand held fast
Sturdier then a ships mast
I took my last breath
Pulled the trigger
Like lighting through the sky
A man lies dead with a bullet in his eye……

By Derek Hopper
(Thursday, January 10, 2008)

The King Of Spades offline Verified User (1 year, 6 months) Long Term User Shouts: 1 #
Medway, MA, US | 4 months, 2 weeks ago (1 month, 1 week after post)

i’d be happy if one person relpied, i had to change the title 3-4 times to make it interesting enough

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metalheart10832 offline Verified User (4 months, 1 week) Long Term User Shouts: 1 #
An Unknown Location | 4 months, 1 week ago (1 month, 2 weeks after post)

Derek, I like your poem. If you wouldn’t mind providing a little background information on what was going through your mind when you wrote this, I’d like to really be able to see the poem through your eyes. I feel that this poem can really have so many different meanings, connections to nature, love, society, politics, but what does it mean to you?

As a literary piece, it is excellent though, so even if you don’t reply, keep on writing!

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The King Of Spades offline Verified User (1 year, 6 months) Long Term User Shouts: 1 #
Medway, MA, US | 4 months, 1 week ago (1 month, 2 weeks after post)

Sorry for the late response, been awhile since i’ve been on. Well i was in my English class, and my teacher told us to right a poem, so i figured i’d try. So i brainstormed. Took my love for the military and my love for the beauty earth and its great features and put them together. I try’d to describe it best i could with great detail so i could get the reader to feel like he was there, but i wanted to trick the reader too. Mother natures playground was the forest with manny obsticles to evade, raceing with the wind is soppost to show speed in the characters movement, when i decribed the cliff, to some it is just a rock on a slope, but to this sniper, it was like a mother, it held him, embraced him, and added him in his quest. Next is the rifle. So simple and plane, but in relaity it determines life and death, the craddling of the gun on the sash repersents the craddling of a child by their parent, how you hold them changes the future generation of children, they will write our history too come, they decide who lives and dies. And comparing the gun shot to lighting is show that if your not careful, it can all end in a flash, blink of an eye. But its all just about a loneWolf sniper on a mission to eliminate his target. I love poetry, its so inspiring.

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romanovic offline Verified User (6 months) Long Term User Shouts: 0 #
Milwaukee, WI, US | 4 months, 1 week ago (1 month, 3 weeks after post)

I really like it. I write Poems too. And yours is way better then mine. = )

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An Unknown Location | 3 months, 4 weeks ago (1 month, 4 weeks after post)

thats a very good poem

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