With sirens waning, lights flickering and anxiety rising
Dashing toward the faint murmur of freedom in the distance.
Desolate in his nocturne heart that has all keyholes destroyed.
It is a steel cage in which there is no penetration.
His former self, blazing with passion is now the shrewed haggard.
Someday his burning heart will melt a new hole.
Someday.
A contest entry
- Word-Bank 2 of 3 by Polaja.
1400 points, ended March 19, 2008, 23 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - Life is a game! Get it?....No you don't. Just Come Look. by Ishtar.
600 points, ended April 21, 2008, 15 entries
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Comments
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Thanks for your entry
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This is an interesting poem, and I enjoyed the read
unfortunately this isn't eligible for judging because you haven't used all of the words in the word bank - sorry!
Keep writing
Polly
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Wow,
Now that's what I cal saying it how it is, or surely could be. Thanks for sharing, and all the best to ya with life and love.
Peace, Timothy aka poeticweaver~
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