I cried for the rain forest
too late the fires died.
The polar ice caps melting
too late I sadly cried.
A soulful deep foreboding
I watch winter scorn the Earth.
The rewards of greed, mans folly
had suddenly lost its worth.
My sallow skin without the sun
turns a shade or two, towards light.
When forty years of winter
comes seemingly over night!
Forty days of snow fall
one winter for each day.
Coming down so quickly
no hope to cart away.
This blanket on the world
weighs heavy on my brow.
Yes God yes, I hear you now!
Author notes
Option 1- Free verse poem on cold.Please make it a
dark poem.
In a list
A contest entry
- "When forty winters besieged your brow" Winklings # 68 by Lyndon.
1600 points, ended April 21, 2008, 7 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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its so sad that this is actually happening. nice write and thanks for entering
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This is a good poem.. I wish it were a little more descriptive on this topic.
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I don't really know what to say about your poem. The first three times I read it I didn't like it, but it began to grow on me... I never really thought of the end of the world as winter before, but now that you have made that connection I can
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I like the idea of the world ending in a blanket of neverending white, and I understand the thought that we never really seem to act until it is too late to change anything. Thanks for entering and good luck.
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My sallow skin without the sun
turns a shade or two, towards light.
When forty years of winter
comes seemingly over night!
This was my fav of your lovely poem!!!!!
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congrats on the gold, well deserved...peace
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Congratulations! It's a worthy poem.
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Excellent take on this prompt. I often wonder why we don't react strongly until it is nearly too late?
I loved the rhyme and the message is superb. Well done. Best of luck in the judging. ~Pamela
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