Say not a word,
For silence is golden;
Heeding the warnings,
Of abusers from past,
And abusers of present.
The miracle of silence;
Hiding your secrets,
Cloaking your shame,
From all who would see,
Imperfections and impurity.
Life-breathing stillness;
A guarantee of existence,
Cold and absent of trueness;
A self devoid of wholeness,
And decaying pain within.
Silence - miracle or curse?
Author notes
2. Her silence is deafening
P a l o s z o o
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600 points, ended October 5, 2008, 56 entries
Honorable mention
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Silver trophy winner
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Comments
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Silence is quite a circumstantial topic... can both be a blessing and curse.
very interesting and thought provoking write
thank you for entering ... all the best!
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very pretty and thought provoking good luck
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lovely if sad write. A profound message as well. Thank you for your entry.
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a nicely profound little piece here
thanks so much for sharing -
Can be both, depends on the circumstances.
This was pretty powerful.
You seem to have a lot of anger in your poems lately. [ME SORRY]
Thanks for entering this.
Great job!
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Very strong message here, which is the lesser evil? Great write, thank you for entering the contest. Good luck.
♥
whisper
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Waw I so like the last line.!! I loved the entire poem thou Goodluck
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Life-breathing stillness;
A guarantee of existence,
Cold and absent of trueness;
A self devoid of wholeness,
And decaying pain within.
What a great question this piece presents... how much I wish there was a flat out answer.
Beautiful write, I love it.
This is fantastic!
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To hide in shame is a shame in it self for curses and abuses you have not wrought. Yet I often find myself ashamed... Though i am not my father, i am my fathers son and thereby share the shame. It is stupid, ridiculous, wrong.. But it is what it is, isn't it.. God does that sound convoluted...lol
I wrote myself a little ditty one time that brought me come cheer Perhaps you should adopt it.
http://allpoetry.com/poem/574375 (Happy-Go-Lucky)
What i tell those I meet as i sing this little tune is...Fake it till you make it...lol
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