The cries of those who wait alone,
Without refuge, without a home
Echoing loud in the dusky morn
The mother's death, the child born.
No haven safe, no family ties
They wander far,
Searching out that guiding star
Finding truths, masked by lies.
The crimes committed beyond belief
Yet we beg our own forebearance
Though without home, without parents
There is no haven, no relief.
We search out those who strive to help
Who hold compassion, who may have felt
The pity, the sorrows
Of our nevermore tomorrows.
Author notes
Erm, I'm not so hot at writing things offhand. Regardless, there's my entry!
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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very nice!
thanks for the great comment you left! I am flattered. Im very glad to hear you could relate to it! I have a similar one called Come Look Out you may like.
I like this poem, i like what you did with the rhyming. How the 1 and 4, 2 and 3 verses had the same rhyming pattern.
"The mother's death, the child born."- great line! it says a lot, with just a few words and a powerful image. -
Very nicely done. I had forgotten how insane your rhyming skills are! The message here is strong, and I very much enjoyed it. G'luck on the contest.
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its good, u got the nevermore thing from the raven common admit it
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Hahahah! Actually, I wasn't even thinking about it ^_^
I just thought it sounded good... I WILL admit to liking The Raven though, but that's not where I got it from. Scout's honor =)
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