Impossible silence fills the air
Through the violent winds of Winter
Hope wonders the forsaken skies
And glides just like a feather.
Impossible silence fills our hearts
Through blankness and true fear
Hope enters the helpless soul
And it lets us fully hear.
A contest entry
- what happens in the white spaces by Dienush.
750 points, ended April 30, 2008, 24 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - ENTER ANYTHING - PREWRITE OR NEW by Daniela Violin.
1700 points, ended August 17, 11 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Spectacular!
This is by your best work! It's a beautiful poem with great imagery and fantasy - ur my very talented lil cuz!! luv from ur geeky cousin, eleni xox -
Wow, this is a really good poem you have written here.
You use such beautiful and descriptive words..it has fantstic imagery and really puts a lasting picture in your head..great write!
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I like the "impossible silence" phrase, it brings up so many questions... Nice correlation between the weather and silence/communication. I like the idea in the second stanza, that in silence we get to hear more clearly, although stylistically I like the first stanza more. I really loved the hope gliding like a feather bit, it was excellent in style and also a powerful image, although I feel "just" is rather unnecessary there... Very well done, thank you for entering!
~Diana -
excellent
Wow what a touching piece of work. You certainly have a touching heart that flows through your writing. You've done a fine job. Good luck in the contest.
Brian
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