When gentle, the wind blows,
shows secrets untold.
Behold, the feelings of soul,
whole hearted and genuine.
Within trapped consequence,
presence of mind to fade.
Invade dreams, where you
knew my deepest desires.
Fires flamed by words spoken,
broken into fragments of hope.
Rope to cling to, in witten emotions,
notions of our primal needs.
Bleeds the heart, that two unknown,
grown together by chance or fate;
wait until the chains that bind,
entwine their magic seal of love.
Author notes
G,H
In a list
A contest entry
- A Different Sort Of Rhyme by Living-Out-Loud.
600 points, ended August 19, 2007, 15 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - "Your Favorite Prewrite" by Virgoan.
500 points, ended September 3, 2007, 114 entries
Honorable winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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Love the whole poem. Like the touch you have provided.
Thanks so much for participating in my contest. I wish you all the best. I encourage you to keep on writing my friend.
>>>VIRGOAN -
Nice, well done. A beautiful poem gentle and loving... and you stuck to the form better than me too.
Good luck in the contest
Adrian
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beautiful. I don't know what else to say. -paint
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