Words written in the still of the night,
Flowing across the miles, feels so right,
Hearts touch, emotions soar.
Is this enough? Do we want more?
Words fly across an empty screen,
Just words, phrases, a constant stream.
Those jumbled words come through the skies,
Those teasing, pleasing, small white lies.
Down they go into our nether places,
Filling hearts, and dreams, and empty spaces.
Giving us some hope, some sweet illusion,
Beware, take care, sometimes, delusion.
So stop. Slow down. Control the pace.
It’s not just a game – an unknown face,
It’s you or me – with dreams unspoken,
It’s people out there, don’t leave them broken.
A contest entry
- Free for all. by Ravensdark.
1050 points, ended July 27, 2008, 12 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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This is a pretty heartfelt and meaningful write you have peened here. I can realte to this thanks for the entry and good luck.
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