The dreams I found in shades I left behind
Are now returned to haunt each waking hour
You cannot drown the devils in your mind
No man alive has summoned up that pow'r
Beneath the rocks I pass along the way
Inside the trees that grow beside my path
Dark spirits breed to drag away my day
To write for me a dismal epitaph
So I must set my face toward the sun
Preventing darkness ever gaining hold
Nor be dissuaded from the race to run
But borne along on paces still more bold
No race is lost by those who come to choose
To cast aside the only way to lose
Author notes
still practising
A contest entry
- For My Teachers (5300 points) by just rob.
5000 points, ended March 1, 2008, 21 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please comment below. Spelling or rhyming or scanning corrections welcome.
Comments
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I can see why this in Rob's final selection.
Only a few here do rhyme this well, excellent
choice of words, form, and intent.
Kathleen
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I remember when you first wrote this, it was very apt then and still is some days, but I will persevere...
Thanks my friend...
Love Sue
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Very beautiful imagery.what a lovely poem. best of luck in the contest.
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Ya'know? Not bad. Bit dark for me though. You're epitaph wont be written until someone writes it.
Hey? Maybe you've just written it!
Stranger things have happened at sea in the big city. -
We are what we choose to believe we are... and your choice of being a winner at life is the best choice of all.
Your poem resonates with good intentions, no, not just intentions, but the guts and perservance with what it takes.
An excellent piece
Dee
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I admit it with my head sunk in the sand. I don't know a form from Adam. lol but I envy those who do!
My mind turns into scrambled eggs if I have to count, seriously. I get all hot and flustered and then I give up. I know how lame. But you sure did make this sound so beautiful and I loved the spirit of the write.
Don't choose to give up, basically I feel the same way, we make our choices.
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Yay, a Sonnet!
I find this to work very well. While not qualified to judge these with a scholar's eye, I CAN say it reads very well aloud, and works very well as a poem. While dark, it enlivens the reader with a roadmap to hope, a need to continue the struggle.
I'm happy to see good rhyme entered, as well as poetry with a message, as opposed to cute expressions of craft. Thank you.
Peace
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