You never leave me where I am,
it's always shifting to and from,
the grounds are changing all the time,
but you forgot to change along.
So keen that trying to locate -
myself, by someone else who seems -
attracted by some fantasy,
meets only madness, then subsides.
Yes, you are fiery .. from the heart,
you hate, and love and tear apart,
for when you hate, you hate the world,
and when you love .. you criticize ..
You're guilty .. but it's not your fault,
you're hated every time you sing,
you whisper sadness in the night,
alone and never understood.
You hide your face, but look so fine,
you fear, but laugh aloud so well,
you cry in solo, but when heard -
the world percepts no sympathy.
A contest entry
- Write to your Conscience by princess hope.
700 points, ended January 23, 2008, 16 entries
Bronze trophy winner
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Comments
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This is very beautiful piece thats seems to come directly from your heart. With the style you used, you had the rigidity of a form poem, but without the restrictions of rhyme scheme. There was a sort of a ghost of a rhyme scheme playing off of the spelling and general sound of the words. There is a strong voice to the words in your poem, and it was extremely enjoyable to read, and I was gripped from beginning to end. Job well done ^_^
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So fine that trying to locate -
myself, by someone else who seems -
attracted by some fantasy,
meets only madness, then subsides. Lovely choice of words here, I loved this one. Very well written, Thank you for your entry and best of luck in the contest.
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"you whisper sadness in the night, alone and never understood..."...hmmm...definitely a poem worthy of Poe and more open that I expected...well done, my Dark Poet...we've missed your pen of late...Be well and best of luck in the contest. Rhonda
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I think this one is touching. It resonated with me and as always it's a pleasure to read something from you. I think the title ties it all in well.
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aww, RD...I feel so bad for you's...
This is sad, a beautiful yet sad poem.
I want to cry.
I'm sorry, I'm half asleep, or else I'd leave a better comment.
I have good news...Scott proposed!
Keep writing, feathered friend.
~AC
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