I have cried
until my eyes have no tears
left to cry.
I spouted
revelation till my inkwell
did run dry.
Maybe it
means nothing; yet everything
it seems
To live life
of make believe, of rhyming
paper dreams.
I wished
to make them feel my heart
to ache, to cry, to smile
And even if
I just touched one then it
was worth my while.
In a list
A contest entry
- one last time. by crimsonfury.
300 points, ended October 10, 2007, 12 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - A Grand Farewell to All Poetry by Great Cthulhu.
1735 points, ended December 27, 2008, 15 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
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An impressive offering in rhyme, well done! Perhaps a bit more imagery to illustrate and expand on the emptiness of your tears and ink. Thanks for playing along!
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not a big fan of rhyming verse right now, but this is tightly and nicely done. just returning the favor.
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Oh, I hate the whole return the favor system. I have quite a few free verse ones if you wnat to check out one of those ones. They are under poems I;m focused on. Thanks for the comment.
much Love
carrie
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i really liked how you set this poem out. it was a refreshing take on the rhyming pattern. as a result, your poem kept a constant rhythm, which is so very important when working with rhyme.
i'm also fond of your take on the prompt. instead of darkness, you write of hope and satisfaction.
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aww...I am sure your well could never run dry. You are too imaginative for that. This piece made me sad
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Maybe it
means nothing; yet everything
it seems
To live life
of make believe, of rhyming
paper dreams.
That's an awesome stanza. Good write.
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