A smile comforts my lips,
I take small pleasure,
From this union of life and emotion.
Where there were many
Now stand so few...
The spark from my eye dulls.
Passed up time and again,
Eventually,
Desperate for intoxication...
A body reaches for the left over wine.
I am consumed,
Along with my smile,
I am left no comfort,
Detached from thought,
Drowning in sorrow,
No pleasure will you find here...
A contest entry
- leftover wine by Luna Tique Fringe.
850 points, ended July 29, 2008, 17 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
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This really touches the heart, nicely done. Thanks
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strong
reader can feel the dispair and loniless. very emotional. well written. thanks for sharing.
~marcus
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wonderful
I felt as if you were whispering while writing, hows that possable. Very nice job. Thank you for sharing, Boog
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'he darkest hour is just before the dawn'
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Well written
Like a love afair with the bottle bitter sweet obsession .
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how wonderful!!! It is soft yet so sorrowful! I really loved where you took this. Very soft through out yet wounded in a way.. I really loved this... thank you very much for sharing! best of luck!
Angel
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Metaphor to our lives and what we wish to escape...drowning in the past, yet never able to escape it...powerful and deep, so creative and unquie for this prompt...your write so well in darkness my friend...some day may you find your peace...
Love,
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I am left no comfort,Detached from thought,Drowning in sorrow,wow a wonderful take on the promt very powerful indeed good luck in the contest
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