My desires meant nothing to him
My dreams and hopes never awaken any of his whims
Nights in the tent I was slashed by his words
And whipped by his desires
Where were my courage and my faith?
I flee through the night with the moon as my guide
Finding myself in haven of the desert oasis
Then I heard his voice and the sound of his men
I hide behind in the trees and the rocks
Wondering what he would do to me again?
A contest entry
- Returned Sheikh(Quickie contest) by Amarige.
550 points, ended March 11, 2008, 6 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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you are oooozing with talent. I am surprised this just won an honorable mention. Have you ever thought of writing epic poetry. You would be absolutely brilliant at them.
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I love this Midnite! you''re awesome! =]
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Very nicely put, dam, what I was trying to say but this is done so much more beautifully.
I wish you luck in the contest,
Noir xx
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Very nice poem..the story of many eastern women told in few lines..wonderful..thank you for joining my contest
Ruby
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Excellent
Very creative and visual. Best of luck in the contest.
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