Mystic Panther

Mystic Panther

A Poem by Kayla K

This is a poem collaboration, Courtney the first half ( Me second half.

We are to the unsuspecting eyes unseen, hidden in the precipitation of our depression, but we are whole in fracture and we are what strength is undergoing beatings of constant storm rises. Mystic panther: Loyalty, power, leadership, silent, graceful, representing darkness & rebirth.




Lover quarrels,

prevential unfurls,

wish upon a star,

one last cry to and for

all the boys and girls.


Indebted realize,

loomer eyes,

now I close done,

the hurricane of

metaphorical gun.


Chocolate picker,

pumpkin eater,

picnic wickedosity sicker,

advertisement neater,

tootsie roll pop licker.


Bleeders crying,
children dying.
Formidable futures
for lonely authors.

Shooting stars
lose their touch.
Broken dreamers
can't dream much.

Mystic panther,
hidden protector.
Create me again
Let me dream
through my pen

Rebirth and renew
my soul and heart.
Stars shine for me,
for those near and apart.

Stars shine for the broken
Of this, I am certain.

Mystic panther,
our hidden protector.

Are the writers broken really the mystic panther? For we are the leaders of tomorrow, loyal and loving until the end. We represent the darkness, but we are also the bright new future. Writers are contrast, dark and light, hopeful and depressed. We are the peace and the war, the broken and the whole. Writers are dreamers through and through. The stars shine for us. Go look for your shooting star, and give away your dream.

© 2011 Kayla K

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Posted 12 Years Ago

1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Well written and executed in a fashionable way. You pulled off a difficult topic with excellence. :)

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Added on April 19, 2011
Last Updated on April 21, 2011
Tags: mystic, panther, broken, writers, dreamers


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