Old lullabies I remember...
Darkest times...
Pain
yes ...there is.
Long time alone,
long time without a word...
Only ashes...
instead of memories,
only the guilt ...growing in me
Alone.....
Hateful tears running wild,
blissfully moments long forgotten...
came back at once..
Why...Why...why now?
TRAGIC,
I still remember,
how we use to be...
living together...
like totally strangers.
I was so young ...so cold
NEVER.....
pay attention..to the cycle
of life and death.
SHAME,
Invade the ocean of my heart,
really mourning the lost ones...
trying in vain..to stop
the harsh oppression..
falling doubtless in long forgotten lies..
words we hold back ...for nothing
ignoring the shame of the mind,
losing the thread of the blood.
FACING..
the untold anguish deep inside...
burning the fall of thousand stars,
Screaming.... question, pleas...
Father....!
silver touch your hair....with loving care..
I couldn`t see it..
Asking ...,
considering.... too late..
Never trying again to reach your voice ....
the fatal time came ...
No more waiting in vain for you ...
No more ...
Morning never came ...to wake you up.
You sleep deeply...in the Dark Skies...
Your blood lie flowers in your bed...
the cold graveyard....
Your blood light candles in your name ...
whispering the untold,...
as if, you were here...
`cause I never Try again.....
why.......?
A contest entry
- # 83 at Winklings & AP Friends: The Prose Poem by Ronald Wiseman.
5500 points, ended May 31, 2008, 11 entries
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Comments
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This is an emotive free verse poem
but it is not prose and therefore not a prose poem.
I read your poem with interest.
Thank you for being part of the anthology of this contest.
Lyndon of the Winklings.
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sorry..!
Thanks for reading my poem ..and I'm really sorry. that day I was very sad .Every word in that poem is true. My Father pass away recently...I drink too much that day I couldn't read the instruction properly ..I'M REALLY SORRY AND ASHAME WITH MY BEHAVIOR .
SORRY
Thanks for comment in my poem..f:
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Dear Author
This work has been presented as centred free verse. The contest requires it be written in prose sentences before I begin to look at the poetics.


