Lost my rythm,
life lost its tune,
and the song no longer made sense.
Pianos sounded like bombs,
drums were the guns,
and the guitar was the cry of a lost soldier.
Wondered streets and streets for lyrics,
something to give it a reason,
but found none.
Lyrics of the once beautiful song,
were lost on the battlefield,
blood and hatred stolee the words.
Words that once gave a reason,
for you and this world,
and me.
Now the rythm is gone,
the tune shattered,
and the song useless.
The songwriters pen spilled ink,
turned to blood,
from his own creations.
Many no longer looked for his work,
but created their own,
creating a new kind of music that wasn't.
A contest entry
- FREESTYLE QUICKIE PIF by ten thousand cicadas.
550 points, ended October 12, 2007, 11 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - best everything by sociaL IntollErance.
300 points, ended November 5, 2007, 34 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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nice!
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This is a great poem, but I am so sorry to say that I cannot consider it for this contest. The word limit was 30-50 words, and it would not be fair to the other contestants. Perhaps you should delete and save it for a fresh write for another contest. Thank you so much for entering.
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