The Forsaken Ones
left behind to journey
future’s own "under blank
and silent lamps"
casting shadows of
hopeless desertion.
Scorn wroughts "the
leaves of starved trees",
drowning needs of
the Forsaken Ones
like a "pebble" sinking
into turbulent sea.
Hands reach out, as
the Forsaken Ones,
stirred by flesh of hunger
in need of "pocket change"
cast away fear in
begging prayer.
Who gives stone to those that ask for bread,
and who abandons without fear the Forsaken Ones?
In a list
A contest entry
- The Dark Stuff - PIF by Touchof1der.
700 points, ended October 19, 2007, 16 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Excellent
Very well written. Defintely dark and powerful. Congratulations for the honorable mention.
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Creatively penned with much imagery. The flow is wonderful and the depth of this piece intriguing. Your words choice was impeccable to say the least. Thank you for sharing and best wishes to you in the contest. Keep that quill handy dear poet!
♥ Touchof1der
PS:
Although I did note that you did indeed use all of the phrases listed in the second part of the criteria, the rules also state that you need to put them in quotation marks. So please, take time to do that when you get a chance.
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