misfortune falls
like bricks on head
and there seems to be no end
hold on...
patience binds
like clay, these bricks,
and shape to dreams is lent.
carry on...
hopes turn to reality
like clouds to rain;
the thirst of desire's quenched.
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even at the base
of the darkest abyss,
my little dream -
lighter than light -
knows only to shine
from the bottom of it all,
there's just one way,
and that, my friend,
is to rise...
22 dec, 2007
Author notes
A contest entry
- Inspiration by what went wrong.
390 points, ended January 18, 2008, 12 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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I'm all smiles sauee
Keep on writing..
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Great
This is really good, I like how it is written and how... the flow changes when you get to the end to say that the only way is up. I think this is a poem that everyone should be able to relate to, also it did what the contest asked, and inspired me Thanks for entering this and good luck.
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And in the Light....
.... there is no bottom... or top... only space to shine ever brightly...
Shine on bright light!
Rahad
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encouraging
Everyone has bad times mixed in with the good ones. "Hold on" is perfect advice; when the path is dark, keep walking on the path! You have used great metaphoric imagery, and I agree! Best wishes always.
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