Sun Rise Sun Set
Day to Night
Lives well met
Souls filled with might
On angel's wings
Eternity beacons
The multitude sings
Life passes in seconds
Unto night's call
Families wail
Tears fall
Saints hail
Life becomes death
Death becomes life
A foul breath
A bitter strife
Sun bows to the moon
Moon unto the Sun
The Pauper births a Silver Spoon
The tyrant falls before a gun
Answer thy calling
Kicking, screaming, crawling
Honor the Night
A contest entry
- ALMOST ANYTHING GOES by VerminVomit.
303 points, ended May 5, 2008, 47 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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i already commented *adds to finalist list*
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Powerful!
"The Pauper births a Silver Spoon
The tyrant falls before a gun" I really like these lines. I like where it flows over the tongue. Provacative and Inspiring. I am blessed to have come across this piece and read it. Thank you
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Honor the night! Great piece of work here! Almost like a vicious circle. Nice images with a good flow. Awesome poem.
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awesome
theres nothing bad about this poem
the 4th stanzas the best part
i wish i could give more than 3 applauses...
your poem is just so...awesome...
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