You let my silence speak to yours
Looking inside each other we've sit for hours,
Every bit of you used to talk to me in silence
In those sounds of silence I am to loss my existence.
My silence could not be heard
So I lay like a wingless bird.
Longing for the loving sky
Yearning to touch the blues floating so high
yet making me cry in the landscape of dismay.
Author notes
Option 2
Broken heart
A contest entry
- Contest 12 (12 Options and 20 Poems) Please enter! by Sabir Abdus Samee.
350 points, ended August 3, 2007, 16 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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A Very Good Poem
I liked your poem.“Toch” should be “touch”. Thank you for entering my contest.Good luck with the contest.
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"wingless bird", what a different idea!I like the following lines most:
"My silence could not be heard
So I lay like a wingless bird."
nice poem
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i like your title which is also your first line.. it some how presents to me the moment and the affection and also the connection between in the poem.."You let my silence speak to yours"
nice write and best of luck int the contest
regards
abuyi
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A very nice soothing poem indeed to read and enjoy. There is a craving inside, but not let us to realize. A good touch Shapla...Keep imagination flying
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