One golden harp is missing in heaven
Now angels’ voices are full of burden
The much-awaited symphony’s broken
In their pure hearts, sorrow is unspoken.
Little did they know the harp’s in garden
Where unending love found a safe haven,
But now its lushness’ touched by an omen
‘Tis curse of distance left its heart’s frozen.
The precious harp’s the cry of a maiden
A lady called mother whose heart’s laden
For her daughter’s gone out in the open
Eager for her own tale to be written.
When angels’ cry, the heaven is shaken;
When mothers’ cry, everything is stricken.
A contest entry
- when I'm away from you by Lavender Butterfly.
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there is nothing more sad than the tears of a mother for a wounded or stricken child. I think we are all somewhat like bears in that respect ... wanting to protect our children. thank you for the entry.
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good expression . . best of luck in the contest !!
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Great work here
So true are your words for the mothers of the world please read this poem for we must find a way that women in this country are treated respectfully and gently not a punching bag or one to mistreat verbally
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A mother's love, what can equal it? your poem is fantastic, dreamy, succulent, I enjoyed the read
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This is so engaging and creatively penned with a lyrical tone and loads of emotion. Thanks ever so much for this wonderful write... x Love and light, Lavender Butterfly
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The sonnet is my favorite poetry form and you have composed such a beautiful one here. I feel imagery and emotion with such a smooth flow.
Love,
Amera♥
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