Little girl lost,
Many friendships have cost,
Her to lose,
The confidence she uses,
When she receives her bruises.
Little girl lost,
Her life is a poem,
She feels made of stone,
No reward she got,
For all the times she was not,
What her father wished she was.
Little girl lost,
An accomplishment most people could not do,
She succeeded in,
Surviving the abuse,
And never breaking through.
Little girl lost,
Ounce so bossed,
Around by the few,
Who wouldn't see her through,
The pain and the tears,
Of those many painful years.
Little girl lost,
Now lives with people,
Who love her dearly,
And make her feel,
Fit to be,
Appealing to all.
Author notes
option 3... aww im the only entry? Well I need confidence anyway. I recently one my very first trophy it was bronze but im still estatic about it! My names Annie and im 13. I duno some contests want ur name n age soooo there ya go.
A contest entry
- For Poets Who Have Not Received a Gold Trophy by Summer Daze.
600 points, ended August 27, 2008, 7 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
It doesnt rhyme. I know.
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Very insightful!
This is powerful and hopeful. It is hard to write about the horrendous topic of child abuse and turn the poem into one which is positive and hopeful.
I pray that multitudes of "little girl losts" escape their brutal prisons and find people who "love (them) dearly."
You really did well with this poem.
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Thanks again for sparking a small flame in my heart and giving me hope that i can continue righting my life away.
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This poem has a great deal of potential. It might look better with left alignment, but that is not a problem. There are a few minor problems with spelling and grammar. For example in line 9 I realize you were rhyming with not, but "got" isn't really a word, certainly not a poetic word. Thank you for your entry and I hope you keep writing and learning more about poetry.
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I lost...again...im just gona stop entering contests and give up on poetry...i suck and im worthless and good for nothing...
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Oh, so sad, but a loving ending. Only if all could end that way, the little lost girl in this thing we call life, to end up with people who love her. Abuse is horrible, and to be on the end of the abuse, even worse. I felt pain for her, but in the end happinness, lovely write, and luck to thee.
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thanks.
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this is a really beautiful poem...i real pleasure to read...i like how some lines rhyme and others don't i think that helps with telling the story but also helps create a emotional feeling for the character as it seems this girl gets treated like crap and her life ain't so simple so it helps with the odd one or two lines that don't rhyme and then do...if that makes sense..any ways...this was a really enjoyable poem to read and i look forward to reading more by you..
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thanks baba
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