Black smoke streaked with gripping fear
peals of agony ringing through
in wild flight they clutch their dear
tragedy taking that which they knew.
Stampedes crash across the plain
blind with panic, desperate throes
no hope to guide them, no harbor to gain
but a light on the wasted horizon grows
Where fear rushed out, hope rushes in
soft comforts soothe and refuge warm
songs of salvation arise from the din
red crosses beating back the storm
We are but small on this ocean we sail
our lives at the mercy of destiny’s toss
if in the worst assault we fear to fail
we seek the strength of the American Red Cross
A contest entry
- March New Member's Contest by AP Greeters.
600 points, ended April 6, 2007, 51 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
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Congratulations on the gold. This is truly a wonderful tribute to the Red Cross, who ar always on the scene in times of dire need.
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Thank you!
Thank you so much. I am really very glad you liked the piece. So often we writers work in complete solitude, isolated within our own thoughts. Its gratifying to know one's work has been read and appreciated.
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A very well done poem that certainly describes many of the feelings attached to the welcome sight of the red cross in times of disaster and need.
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Wow! I loved this! And I like how you didn't tie into the Red Cross until the last line... but I could tell where you were going with it. Nice form with great rhyming and flow. Well done! Thanks for entering and welcome to the site
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Thank you for entering.
The situations the Red Cross go into can be varied! when ever there is a need they are there.
The rhyming of your poem is very good, you have good flow which makes it a pleasure to read.
Well done and thank you for your entry, I do encourage you to keep up with your writing
~Katie~
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Thanks for entering
This poem has a fluid flow and I enjoyed the rhyme scheme used to enhance the read. A poem that can lift one out of a rut of depression when we remember there are people out there prepared to help strangers in their moments of need.
Let the ink flow and your fingers dance
Rosemary -
Welcome to All Poetry!
This is a fine entry indeed. The form is lovely to read. You imagery is sad, but your recognition of the Red Cross is wonderful
Thanks for your fine entry in our contest
Gaylene
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Thank you!
Thanks for the nice comments, I appreciate it very much.
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Thanks for your entry
Well I can see right now I am going to be spending a lot of time
ing. This is just so heart wrenching and then the hope that comes at the end. Red Crosses beating back the storm. That is my favorite line.
Good luck in the contest and welcome to allpoetry. I encourage you to keep writing to read and comment.
God Bless
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Thank you
Thanks for the encouraging comments. I appreciate it very much.
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Thanks for the entry and welcome to the site!
I like this poem especially the third stanza; I loved the image of the red crosses beating back the storm also. Good imagery and flow, a good read, I enjoyed. Thank you very much for taking the time to write for and enter our contest.
Best wishes and welcome to AllpoetryDove
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Thank you
Thank you for your comments. I appreciate the encouragment.
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