Tuesday, November 27, 2012

Metaphor Poem


The Punch
A boxer of great prosperity and strength could not be stopped
He is on top of the world; the fiercest competitor to ever touch the ring.
He will never give up on the historical career, a statue shall lay in his honor one day.
The spectators said he was the best to touch their eyes, they did not think it would end.
The fighter is bold like a lion and elated like Mr. Rodgers as he steps in the ring.
He hears the ring of the bell, loud and pitchy a sound that pierces the ear.
He steps to his left and then to his right, then puts his hands back.
The other boxer swiftly comes in and the dreams come swirling out of the champ.
He is hits the ground hard rock like floor, as the deleting punch occurs.
The great things he had once known was taken away in one breathtaking punch.



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