there is silence
when the music
stops
Contest is Over
- Contest was judged on October 16, 2007
- Rewards: Gold: 300
- Final notes:
Thank you endlessly for your lovely poetry.
xx
Contest Winners
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Untied by the strings of a northern beat• Commented on by judge. [remove]
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by amaranthine lover 8 lines, 2 comments, on Oct 3 5:34 AM 2007. In Contemporary, Contest, Fantasy, Abstract, Dark, noguest• Commented on by judge. [remove]
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The saddest sound I ever heard was the closing of a door.
Not a slam; just a gentle click, then he was there no more.• Commented on by judge. [remove]
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there is silence when the music• Commented on by judge.
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My silent love does not give you pain.by Sabir Abdus Samee 14 lines, 3 comments, on Oct 2 1:02 PM 2007. In Love• Commented on by judge.
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Your voice that haunted me has lost its power now. I am alone. The laugh that used to mock me is gone. I am alone.• Commented on by judge.
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The tears are falling, and you don't know what to say. You used to say that you loved me, but after this stupid mistakeby mishaXvampire 10 lines, 3 comments, on Oct 2 4:21 PM 2007. In Personal• Commented on by judge.
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I'm dancing along with the music, and when it stops so abruptly,by WonderingForever 31 lines, 1 comment, on Oct 2 5:41 PM 2007. In Other• Commented on by judge.
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Life passes every one by at some pointby Saree Wynter 17 lines, 2 comments, on Oct 2 11:13 PM 2007• Commented on by judge.
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Can we reserve?
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yes if you really want
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Nevermind. I've decided not to enter. Thanks anyway.
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Is this quote from Buffy the movie?
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I've never seen that movie so I'd presume not, but I've no idea, really. If it is, it wasn't intentional.
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Heh, funny, it is something along those lines
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ah, that's a beautiful prompt!
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today,
I find Bangladesh,
and red children
of love
at a simple lake
with crowns
of green mornings.
now my hair
is sleeping
on the wind,
like grasses
that spin
a wispy touch
for windows
of water lily.
and there around it
is us,
a language
spoken
at times
of drowning
as love
in a boat
that sinks.
a butterfly grieves
into Dhaka,
with silence
that is never unheard.
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Thanks
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