Christian Lacdael

Rookie - 55 Points (Bury St. Edmunds, England)

Christian Lacdael Poems

1. The Pianist 9/7/2011
2. Together In Death (Escape Heaven) 9/7/2011
3. Unachievable Dream 9/7/2011
4. Thinking Of You 9/7/2011
5. Hex 9/7/2011
6. Children's Rhyme 9/7/2011
7. Bad Day 9/7/2011
8. Tongue Tied 9/7/2011
9. Eleven And A Half 9/7/2011
10. Reburying The Skeleton 9/7/2011
11. Fish Learning To Walk 9/7/2011
12. Black And White 9/7/2011
13. Fristaday 9/7/2011
14. Missing Puzzle 9/7/2011
15. A Mouse Called Paul 9/7/2011
16. Moon Child 9/7/2011
17. Mr. Y 9/7/2011
18. Running With Glue 9/7/2011
19. Noises In The Attic 9/7/2011
20. Direction 9/7/2011
21. London 9/7/2011
22. Shy Shadow 9/7/2011
23. The Perfect Meal 9/7/2011
24. Ms. Fortune 9/7/2011
25. Home 9/7/2011
26. A Princess' Ordeal 9/7/2011
27. Kiss 9/7/2011
28. 8 Years 9/7/2011
29. Wish 9/7/2011
30. The Search 9/7/2011
31. A Walk 9/7/2011
32. Other Way 9/7/2011
33. Shadow 9/7/2011
34. Seventh Hour 9/7/2011
35. Sweet Memory 9/7/2011
36. Fairies 9/7/2011
37. Type O Negative 9/7/2011
38. Comfort 9/7/2011
39. Child 9/7/2011
40. Life Lessons 9/7/2011
Best Poem of Christian Lacdael

Bare Trees

Fracture lines cut in a bleak sky,
Stripped bare across the countryside,
Shadows of what they used to be,
Silhouetted so beautifully,
No more a haven to make a home,
Fragile looking veins are exposed,
Sun bleeds through while blindingly low,
Wood spirits are compelled to go,
A sight rooted in these cold months,
Crafted by a cruel lack of warmth,
Weather the sky gods issue forth,
Sent to the front line from the north,
But trees fear not old man winter,
His firm grip can't last forever,
Soon things will be back as they were,
Till the ...

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Hex

Sleepless nights will soon emerge to be your blight,
As by right you relive your wrongs with contrite,
And I promise you this you cannot resist,
As fate begins to play out its unseen twist,
Those unfortunate to have died by your hand,
Whisper to you from beyond this mortal land,
They are soothed as your days left on earth run thin,
And unrelenting desperation sets in,
Comeuppance for your mortal sins is certain,

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