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[ now her eyes are closed ]

now her eyes are closed
'cause she doesn't want to see

the wind is howling in the streets
she can't hear it anymore
everything turns black

and no one wants to see...

she doesn't care anymore
'cause all by herself
she's living in [t]his world
where memory fades away
and no one's there to ask

girl, where have you been

and she will live
for the first time

she cowers in a corner
hiding from the world
where love does not exist

the wind is howling in the streets
she can't hear it anymore
everything turns black

and no one wants to see...

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  • reinhardt-napoleon
    August 1, 2008

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    Really good work, reminds me of some poems you and I each have written.
    Line 12: "she's living in [t]his world" ?
    Really touching this work, I had to think of homeless people and us when we are down, and all these ignorant folks...
    You write a lot of poems like this these days, don't you?
    Sounds a bit like the others I have read in the last days.
    Maybe you should collect them and call the collection, "The world and me" or "Dark Ages" or something like that, just a suggestion.
    Keep on writing - I'm keeping on!
    Jo


    • LittleAnn
      August 1, 2008
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      "Dark Ages" sounds like Age of Empires. (sorry)
      • reinhardt-napoleon
        August 1, 2008
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        I know das is ja auch so ne art bezeichnung fuer irgendwas ums mittelalter rum oder so, wuerde nur passen. just a suggestion!

    • LittleAnn
      August 1, 2008
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      Read Auri's comment... It was a typo, supposed to be "this" but Auri loved it the way it is, so I decided not to change it.

  • Amaranthine Lover gold member
    July 1, 2008
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    an interesting write thanks for entering

  • tawk gold member
    June 7, 2008

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    People can be so blind and walk by others without knowing or feeling their pain inside. What a heartfelt write with such pain and sadness. Amazing imagery and emotions. I so enjoyed reading. Good luck in the contest. Love you Mom


  • wingsofgold25 silver member
    June 3, 2008

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    This is a very well written piece and kept well in line with the Title.
    Thank you for your entry and good luck in the contest

  • The Poetic Angel
    June 1, 2008
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    great write lil cuz

    xxx cheeky xxx


  • Aureola
    May 31, 2008

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    LOVE

    Wow this was great!!! I haven't been on here forever, but the title of this poem definitely caught my eye, and it didn't disappoint me!! Is it possible that this is your first ever love poem, Ann? Or have I just not been keeping up? Either way, it's amazing! I love the melancholy of it, it makes it even more beautiful than if it were only a regular love poem^^
    My favorite line: "she's living in his world"

    By the way, is the missing 's' in "no one wantS to see" on purpose?
    And I would suggest replacing "moaning" by "howling" or something like that, cuzz "moaning" has... a connotation if you catch my drift^^
    Absolutely lovely.
    xx


    • LittleAnn
      May 31, 2008
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      umm... I get what you mean, didn't think of that at all when I was writing this poem. (I was thinking of "and the wind begins to moan" from "Memory" (Cats) )
      It was actually supposed to be "this world" but "his world" gave the poem an entirely new direction which I didn't even notice...

      to be 100% honest, I didn't even write a "love poem", it just turned out to be like that.

      Been writing about the Holocaust and stuff like that for the past few months... So, no love poems...

      Annie

  • Melodies gold member
    May 31, 2008

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    Aye, no one wants to see because no one wants to help, do doubt. 'Tis a shocking world we live in with every sort of need right in front of us. If one could sign up to receive a love distribution, the list would be very long, indeed. A beautiful poem, most truly.

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