The stilhed of the early morn
The stilhed of birds moving wings
The stilhed of the winds sweet drone
It's this quiet peace that each day brings
The stilhed comforts those in need
This stilhed wraps its gentle feel
A stilhed that we long to keep
This stilhed time we wish to steal
Author notes
Stilhed = Quiet or serenity
A contest entry
- Define a foreign word – and use it as a prompt! by Beating.
300 points, ended August 14, 2008, 9 entries
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I agree with how serenity affects us all in different ways, and can be such an important thing. Your entire poem just seemed so serene. Like it should be whispered aloud. Good job!
When the contest has ended you'll see if your interpretation of the word is close to its actual meaning!
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It is a very serene poem... just telling you, if you look in the contest, now it says that we are not allowed to use the foreign word in our poem. So maybe you should replace it with serenity or something? Anyhow, good luck!
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