gold in silk lined boxes
adorn these broken shelves.
i see it in her eyes as days
climb higher higher in there ways,
these shoes wont walk themselves. . .
shadows crawling in her wake
as dust and devils cry.
she feels the fear, her spirit grips
she screams for those last dying lips,
pick up your feet, and fly.
darker, darker, grows the dream
she's losing faith to mend. . .
then i stroll in to take the kiss
a sweet repose, would never miss,
fly around that bend. . .
and there i'll be
to cast away your fears and doubts
your silence in the storm. . .
A contest entry
- The best of the best of the best by Thedamned77.
405 points, ended February 14, 2008, 20 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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How truly beautiful...heart felt and full of emotions...the ending is wonderful...everyone needs someone to be their silence in the storm...lovely imagery...simply wonderful...
Congrat's on the Gold! Well deserved...
Best,
mystic
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I do think that it needs better syntax.... there are no captializations anywhere throughout this poem.... (ok now that Im done with my little rant)
This was wonderfully written. I see why you won gold on this. I like it a lot.
~lumin
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Marvelous
First off, thank you for entering the contest. Second, I really enjoyed this poem. There's just so much imagery and emotion here. I love all of it but the last 2 stanzas are my favorite. My ABSOLUTE favorite part, though, is this part:
and there i'll be
to cast away your fears and doubts
your silence in the storm. . .
That's just so beautiful. I really like the comparison of the storm to life and troubles and the silence as being the comforting refuge from said storm. This is defintely a 'best'. thank you again.
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