The Water moves quietly, and wood floats upon it bare.
Needs not see what I might be singing here.
Woman sings like moonlit night
Stars shine bright showing light
Such a pretty thing, left in the cold alone.
Too pretty to be left, not pretty enough to be
claimed. Take me to the mountians, keep me in your
heart. So much life left within, too many flowers left
to see. Travel up with me, high into the mountians trees.
See the great blue with me, visit the monks high up.
See me here, take me there up high.
Take me there up high. Keep me there within.
Author notes
I chose the option for Dark poems. This isn't a horror poem but it's supposed to be about a young woman who has never been loved.
Enjoy!
A contest entry
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650 points, ended December 9, 2007, 17 entries
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Comments
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Brilliant
It was calm, yet sad. Love ballad, what an awesome title for this poem (:
"Such a pretty thing, left in the cold alone." was my favourite line
Best of luck in the contest!
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