Oh silence, sheath thy blade,
Bring not the death that is serenity.
Thy blade, sharpened with calmness,
Instilling a fear that brings me to my knees.
I beg you for the sounds of life,
For an echo of mine own heart.
Sheath thy blade, temper thy will,
For I am not ready for death’s bitter void.
Author notes
Written February 25th, 2006
A contest entry
- Silence by Lislaine.
600 points, ended October 16, 2008, 29 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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beautiful
good luck in the contest


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short but amazing! Well done!! I like it!! goodluck


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Interesting and well written.
So you believe that death is an eternal void lacking in anything to be sensed? Interesting. I wouldn't say this piece is Shakespearian to any degree, but it is a good poem and your imagery was quite excellent. Well done.
With a sword of hope.
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I really like this poem...Very shakespear like!
keep writing i like your style!



