On days dark, with sorrow weak,
When wind, with anger, shouts and shrieks,
I found myself, alone inside, sitting by the tide.
The sea then shook, with mighty screams;
Its roaring sound perturbed my dreams.
For I was weary, on that day,
On I walked, bleak and gray.
I stood, quite still, by the frigid waves;
As, on the sand, they met their graves.
Like mighty soldiers, on they fight,
But all they fall, like weary knights,
Washed up on the shore.
And to the dark and murky sea,
I rang, with sorrow, a silent plea.
From its strange depths, where spirits nest,
I wished for a truth with which to rest;
I sought an answer which no man knows,
The depth of life with which all glows.
I wished to find, on water’s dance,
My reflection, a single glance,
For high and low I searched life’s peaks,
Never to find what all souls seek,
Never to taste what no man finds,
That wish which lights all mortal minds;
For once to find, on waves by the sea,
Our soul’s reflection, wild and free.
A contest entry
- Reflections by Folklor.
461 points, ended May 29, 2008, 16 entries
Silver trophy winner
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OMG! THIS IS BEAUTIFUL!!!!! THE GLOWING IMAGERY WAS JUST WOW! I AM ABSOLUTELY SPEACHLESS IT GOT BETTER AN BETTER AS I READ.
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its got some flo hahaha
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haha very funny!
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Awesome.
Now this is what I call poetic Justice.!!! I absolutely love, love love this poem, Remarkable. Good luck in the contest- and I really mean that.
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