my walls are crumbling down.
Though no siege I can see...
I have no tears, nor anger inside of my heart.
Rather, my walls fall so that the world may see.
We dance on the tides
Her angelic feet brush against the waves.
The roses in her hair fall to ocean floor.
Oh how beautiful you are my dark haired angel,
My milk skinned muse.
Tis' with you my passion burns.
My scars do not frighten
And my voice does not scare.
You see my eyes for what they are,
The voice of a silent man.
Allow me to sing to you my lovely
Let my voice shout above the waves.
For as the currents change the tides,
My heart remains at depth.
Forever, dancing, flying, burning.
A contest entry
- Picture Prompt by Angelflower.
600 points, ended August 30, 2008, 13 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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a wonderful poem with some very powerful imagery from stanzas one-the last line I can relate to the whole of stanza two good luck in the contest
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Well know your quill speaks volumes, this is a beautiful piece best of luck in the contest
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Beautiful.. It really brought vivid imagery and a sense of... acceptence? mm, not sure if thats the word I'm looking for but it will work for now..
Scars are of the past and is not a part of a soul's creation.. only how far they affect our hearts do they turn the scared ugly..
Thank you very much for sharing.. I really loved this..
Angel
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Wow. This was amazing. I loved how you portrayed that picture. Your word choice was icredible, and I loved the vividness in this piece. Good luck to YOU in the contest
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