the wind, he blows
the sky, he snows
one cold December's ever.
A women, she sits
her teeth, she grits
she does not wish to leave
the women has walked through the dark,
much worse then this inclement park.
she sits upon the snowy bench,
in one way dry, another drenched.
what she awaits she does not know,
it must be something more then snow.
a single ray of light
struggles trough the darkness of this night
it blazes bright, then smothers out
but no one aids it, no one shouts
the women is now alone.
with caution she reaches into her pocket
within her fingers a silver locket.
the man she loved is stolen be the wind,
way up above where she dreams he still cares,
a place where her mind seldom dares
to wonder on its own, oh my love.
she now thinks back to the day
when he would meet and match her gaze.
a gaze full of love and promises...
they'd stare for hours with appeal.
unfazed by time or people,
radiating satisfaction
no letter, note, nor clue of place.
like all great things, it would not last
no letter, note, nor clue of place
on dawn the women, awake aghast,
thats the day he left without a trace.
tears the women would not allow
she did, however, make a vow
to never make the same mistake
to never allowed her heart to break againg
to always be alone until her very end.
A contest entry
- For everyone who has not yet won any trophy by LittleAnn.
600 points, ended June 12, 2008, 13 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - Broken Heart by Blooming Poet.
300 points, ended July 31, 2008, 118 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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wow thank you :]
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Thank you for entering my contest and sorry it took me so long to comment on your poem.
A sad but really beautiful poem, love the story you told, the rhymes work well in most places and all in all I think this is a good write.
I think "dreanched" in the second stanza should be "drenched".
Thanks again and keep on writing!
Annie
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thanks =)
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Wow...
Good luck in my contest!
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