The job I perform
is perpetual.
For centuries the world has needed
all the love that I can give.
For every friend
with a broken heart -
I give of myself.
Trying to mend what has been broken.
The quicksand
doesn't stop.
Every day someone else tastes the dirt
as I hold their hand and whisper.
God's gift is my name.
God's gift is love.
I can never stop.
When can I be released?
A contest entry
- I never stop .. by PrabhuDayal Khattar.
400 points, ended January 8, 2008, 10 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - Pre-write party. by Naridill.
300 points, ended January 13, 2008, 48 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Critique away - I'm new at this so anything is helpful.
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a good poem penned, i am thinking with the god's gift name, grace. a nice light feel even though there is some darker imagery presented in the piece.
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I really don't like the end stanza but minus that - this is beautiful and stunning. The imagery is captivating.
Thanks for entering.
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You may be new to this, but you have summed up the soul of a poet in a single phrase.
"I give of myself.
Trying to mend what has been broken."
We as poets do not experience any more or less than any other person, rather we struggle to put those experiences into words that others can identify wth and relate to. This is a beautiful poem and I can find no fault in it.
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Thank you for the compliment and for inspiration to keep writing! =)
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God's gift is my name.
God's gift is love.
I can never stop.
When can I be released?
I love the yearning of the soul described in the every word of this wonderful verse..well done...
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And yearn it does... Thank you for having this contest and for the compliment! =)
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