Pulls the trigger…
Bang…Bang…Bang…
Blood and nothing else…
Screams, shouts, horns
Rain, wet, soaked
Ringing bell,
Cheerful faces full of hope
Colorful clothes, bags, umbrellas
A worried look, anxious to get home
A cloaked figure
With malicious gaze
At the passersby
Crawls into darkness
A ringing sound…
No movement, no answers…
Answer machine mourns
Over the sad message
A shaken figure,
With torn clothes
Holding the last drops of money
In her clumsy hands
Falls into a drunk pit
Calls out for her son
Knocks on the door…
No movement, no answers…
A piece of paper
Words shrouded in sorrow
Waiting to be read…
Cloaked figure reaching into his pockets
For the little pink and blue boxes
Tears the ribbon…
“Oh … a silver ring”
“Oh… a teddy bear”
The bear soon finds itself
Lying on a pile of trash
The ring glowing in a shop window
The worried face reaching the doorstep
Afraid to knock
To enter
To call his mother…
A note awaits him
To take him deeper into
Whirlpool of disillusionment
The shaken figure has managed to get up
Fumbles in the darkness of water
For her dropped coins
The cloaked figure is at home now
Stretching its evil feet on the sofa
In his cozy house there is fire
Dancing flames of warmth
Ensuring him of his happiness
The worried face is now drenched
Not with the rain but watery lavas
Of his volcanic eyes
The shaken figure is on her way
To her home
Where her son may be waiting
For bread and butter
Their royal food!
The worried face hears
Knocks on the door
Rushes to see his mom
“How should I tell her?”
The shaken figure comes home
Only to see her son with
A mourning look
No need to ask
No need to say
Sorrow has devoured
The only possession left to cherish
Family…
Author notes
"Death to all" Option #5
Written November 11th, 2006
A contest entry
- Pain, misery, darkness and death by Beautyfull-x-Angel.
450 points, ended April 13, 2007, 17 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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No wonder you won your bronze trophy on this poem. It tell us a sad story and to me that’s when poverty shouts! Oh their royal food was butter and bread? This poem gave me a sad feeling. Just a good poem can change one’s feeling.
Thank you so much for sharing with us
~Vernal Bloom~
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amazing... good job and thanks for entering my contest...
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This was amazing. It flowed really well. It was very powerful. you ended it perfectly. I enjoyed reading this. great job thank you for entering the contest.
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amazing poem i loved it and the flow was great thank you and good luck
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This poem works on so many levles. It cna be metaphoric or literal. For instance the cloaked figure can represent so many things and I like the phrase "answer machine mourns".
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Farshid Rezaee~
Hey! I thought that this was a really good write...I liked it a lot. Keep on writing and I hope to stumble upon some more of your work soon.
~!~Manda~!~
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