Laughing at her antics,
Being scorned for her looks,
Falling into misery,
As she hides behind her books.
Shame creeps through her mind,
When someone comes near,
Just knowing what they say,
Was meant for her to hear.
Her books were her allies,
the rich among the poor.
Comforting her until;
Real life was wanted no more.
She hides away over there,
Curled up against the wall.
Waiting for reality
To sound its wake-up call.
A contest entry
- A quick one for the best! by Peachy.
1800 points, ended July 6, 2008, 36 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - Teens & Young Adults by DAMSELx.
300 points, ended August 30, 2008, 101 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Criticize me. :] Please?
Comments
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Wow. How easily I could relate. This is utterly amazing. You have such a way with words, there is no hint of a forced rhyme. Everything seems natural. Amazing.
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I like this.
A beautiful flow and rhythm. You have said so much in so little words and what a wonderful message.
Thank you for your entry!
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Deffinitely felt an emotional responce to this poem. Seriously could be a poem about me when I was younger...or just me now. I liked the wording, and the fact that you didn't use some random word so that your poem could rhyme right. About the rhyme, I thought it was pretty good, not cliche or infantile. Overall a very, very good poem.
#♥#emily#♥#
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