Forlorn feelings mingled with love
calling forth from the realms of the dove.
Seeking the eternal in the here and now.
Dreaming of yesterday and wishing somehow
we'll be remembered with the words we write.
Keep me close in your thoughts tonight.
I am going where none can follow.
We are brave, even those low of courage,
as we march towards tomorrow.
Truest love will never disparage.
We write of glories past and love unheeded.
Taking the truest path to help someone today.
Even the lowest in life is needed.
Strength to all who pass this way,
and a whispered prayer from me.
All of the fears and hopes that may be
from our youth to our eldest age,
in the end must amount to much more
than just dust and empty rage.
May all this add to our lore.
A contest entry
- Poetry Is... by Everwind Rising.
1800 points, ended December 22, 2007, 24 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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I like the way you touch on poetry as a way of encouraging or helping others.
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Thank you Everwind Rising.
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has a bit of a marching metre to it. liked the presentation, the flow was smooth, good luck in the competition.
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Thank you MagnusPiked.
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This is a very deep and thought provoking piece. Your imagery in this is quite lovely.
I wish you all the best in this contest
Gaylene
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Thank you A.I.P.L.
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