In the silence of the crescendo,
listen to my beating heart.
Building hopes and dreams,
let's make a brand new start.
Listen to my beating heart,
it calls to you each night.
Silent tears rain down on me,
searching for a love that's right.
Building hopes and dreams,
caught and fluttered in my mind;
a vision of what I hold dear,
trapped like sands of time.
Let's make a brand new start,
someday I hope you know;
though the beating will go in,
in the silence of the crescendo.
Author notes
A little jumbled in thoughts, but scattered from within.
Sometimes, when something should be said, it just comes out all mixed up!
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A contest entry
- Here's a Start 2 by WarrioroftheHeart.
525 points, ended October 3, 2007, 9 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Congratulations, Storm. You produced a beautiful flow of words and thoughts that I didn't find jumbled at all. I understand exactly where they come from and know the feeling when something just has to be said and it comes out that way.
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Thank you, appreciate the comment.
It's nice to know that it wasn't as jumbled as originally thought, sure felt that way when I first spilled it to the virtual paper.
Storm
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What a beautiful take on the title. I know its a form, French I think, but don't know the name. It has a soft, melodious rhythm that truly draws the emotions of both sadness and hopefulness out of the words.
Not too jumbled, although I would not be surprised if it felt that way when you wrote it.
Thank you for your entry, it was a pleasure to read.
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Some of the best pieces come from jumbled thought..
A wonderful write..thank you so much for sharing..
Best wishes with this entry..
Peace
~A~
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