Softly, softly floating down
The leaves which bring the rain.
Slowly, slowly come the sounds
The words which bring me pain.
Swiftly, swiftly blow the drifts,
Snow covers like a quilt.
Jagged, jagged are my thoughts
Of dark and bitter guilt.
Freezing, freezing are the frosts
Upon my windows prowl,
As are the tears upon my face...
Frozen like your scowls.
Pounding, pounding drum the hails,
So like your angry fists.
Lonely, lonely are the stars,
As my lips for just one kiss.
Howling, howling are the winds
That rage beneath the skies.
Silent, silent are my screams,
And hidden are my cries.
Quickly, quickly come the storms
That wash spring life anew.
So vanish, vanish any thoughts
Or feelings left for you.
A contest entry
- Love Is Not A Splendid Thing. by Poetryintheblood.
450 points, ended October 17, 2007, 12 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - PIF with a TWIST!!! Season Of Change by Spiritual Nature.
800 points, ended November 5, 2007, 9 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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This is a lovely, rythmic poem. The imagery is very good and words are quite prophetic. Reminscent of an Edger Allen Poe poem, the Raven in it's tempo. Great job. Blessings, Doris
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Thank you for your entry, Josephine
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