In the heart the feeling of hurt is expressed fully,
from the time the first blow was giving,
to the last cry for help was heard.
In the heart,
the heart does beat in for the one,
the one it beats for, is the one thats beating her.
In the heart the body is putting up a fight,
the doors were slamming shut,
the screaming were getting louder.
The sound of a wild beast being beaten mad was taking over
the night air.
her heart was beating faster and harder
how much more can she take?
In the heart the blood runs dry,
for on this day she know she was going to die.
A contest entry
- points or gold? (aka riches or status) by RyanosaurusWrecks.
1800 points, ended May 12, 2008, 14 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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Best wishes in the contest...
you may want to spell check...it will help your chances of winning..
Write on!
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this contest and its entries might achieve what ive been searching for...good solid poetry..although this has some nice wordings, i would love to see something a bit longer, and with more depth...i would suggest to really give me your best, or close to it, maybe tweak this here and there, as to avoid anything that might be construed as cliche...you have plenty of time to do so, but if this is your entry, i must say thank you for the freshness of it, and good luck in the compo
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Cool;
Blood running Dry.
I like this poem.
it's pretty short, but well-written also.
Maybe check spelling next time ^-^
thanks for sharing!
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