Hateful word filled the air
Hope of love fleeing there
Thoughts of us as one
Now are completely gone
To heal my wounds I leave
To find my place among the night
Sitting in a darkened room
Yearning to scream my passions plight
So this is me in my solidest form
Not stable or courageous
Just weak and abandoned in abundance
But this is what I want and need
Because it’s all about me
So leave me here
Let me run here
And be free
A contest entry
- For Those Poets Who Have Never Won A Trophy Before by wings of an angel.
525 points, ended February 26, 2007, 17 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - Anything and everything !! ( a truthwriter's contest ) by sweethelper.
300 points, ended April 22, 2007, 145 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
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I like it, it's clever, i dont mean to sound negative but perhaps you should read over it once more, i noticed a grammer error or two, but perhaps this was your intent, in any case, some nice imagery, and all in all a good write, you should be pleased with this, well done.
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i'm sure there are a few grammer errors on this piece. I am bad when it comes to spelling and grammer. So feel free to tell me where the grammer errors are. It would be most helpful. Thanks
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This is a lovely poem you penned here dear poet, your rhythm and rhyme flowed beautifully throughout the entire poem good luck in my contest
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