Into portals of emerald green,
reflections of yesterdays seen.
Peer into what I have become,
soul quite lost a soul now numb.
Hidden away behind each door,
part of me that was hurt before.
Bucket of tears behind the first,
fell like rain for the love I thirst.
Another door lay dragons unslain,
into my nightmares causing pain.
Into each chamber darkness crept,
sorrow embedded as I slept.
Darker then dungeons love unkind,
thoughts meander within my mind.
Catacombs leave me no way out,
locked in silence my unheard shout.
Within portals dark and light merge,
memory rush back with painful surge.
Doors lead to the tunnels of hell,
heartache hides so no one can tell.
In a list
A contest entry
- Portals to the soul by AngelEyes13.
300 points, ended March 3, 2008, 15 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Let me guess, green eyes?
I've always admired green eyes. Wonderful poem (as Circle of Life was) i love the way you rhyme without forcing it and how the words flow seamlessly into one another. A great write.
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Oh wow! I loved this. This is exactly how I felt when I wrote Portals to the soul the poem. Thanks so much for entering my contest.
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awwwww yes, the doorways to pains. i well emember those, as i hide them deep within me. thank you for sharing the truth of pain. enjoyable read.
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Thank you Jules for this lovely and heartfelt comment.
Always a pleasure to have you stop by dear friend. Take care, Sandy
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Sweet Sandy
I am awe of the way your can pen such sorrow so beautifully. I feel like crying reading your sad writes but there is something about them that is making me feel some hope.
The picture and background just blend so lovely together
♥
Best of luck in the contest
Stay safe
Love to you
~Manda
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Such a wonderful comment sweet friend. I always smile when you stop by. I hope you and Amanda are well. I wish you both a blessed weekend. Love you both. Sandy
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The background is beautiful, and the poem is a great write. I think you rhymed it good.
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Thank you for stopping by. So glad you liked both. Take care, Sandy
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May a knight so,eday come
Worthy of the fair maidens love, sleigh the vermon the tourcher her.Carrien his heart upon his slece and her scarf , his emblem of the one who he cares for so deeply. Saying to this maiden with a waiting true love, Tis yoder mountain where our castle stands. There is where I except and will cherish you precious hand. The caravan an waites you now. Come fair maiden and bid ado..mac Some day your prince will come.
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Lovely Comment
My dear friend, you have a way of always making me smile.
Tis yonder where our castle stands,
Where I shall give my knight my hand
The I can bid these tears ado
My caravan awaits with you.
Thank you so much for brightening my rainy day Mr. sunshine.. I wish everyone had such a nice friend as you are to me. God Bless you Mac. Sandy
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Great write.
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Good morning, Thank you for stopping and reading. You take care, Sandy
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Pretty good.
I liked the feel of the poem, and what it was about, and such. I only had one problem, though: The flow of the poem, it didn't have a completely steady rhythm (I probably spelled that wrong....), and that kinda threw me off a little as I read it. But, great write, nonetheless. Keep up the good work.
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Thank you for this nice comment. It is so appreciated. Take care, Sandy
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