A breath of air
Rushing past
Life
Flying by
Nothing left
We are alone
And all we have
Is the poems we write
And the stories we hear
Nothing more
And nothing less
Our life
Our love
Ourselves
We are but poets
With nothing
But the simple words
We weave together
To create our stories
And our lives
And sometimes
As life flies by
We are granted
With a simple
Sigh of relief
A contest entry
- When Poetry Embraces As Kindred Sigh by kaibab.
1125 points, ended November 10, 2007, 15 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
So?
Comments
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Life does sigh of feathered eyes to open in syllables of breathless poetry...thanks so much for this lovely entry
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Wow, the landscape of this poem was wonderfully formed...I have to say I really enjoyed it. Beautiful poetry, sometimes it does seem that that is all that keeps us together. Good Hopes in the contest.
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oh, i like this one....oooooh....O.O...love it, laneyshape....
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