Underneath a canopy of aspiring leaves,
Spewed from the bulemic branches
Of a weeping tree, dressed in autumn,
She cries for the souls of the fallen.
Summer lays long and humid,
Dancing in the distorted waves,
Brought about by the choking heat,
Desired by her chilled skin.
Not many moon-turns ago,
The brittle grass sparsely
Spread across the plains
Expressed decaying beauty.
She lays in feigned sleep
Beside the carved stone
That designates an earthly tomb,
Crying tears, spelling love upon her cheek.
By time are the words broken,
Resting on shattered petals,
Shed by a porcelain rose,
Picked from a past bouquet.
Once, what was a haunting sky,
Painted a pallet of poetic shades,
Dark, with the sun peaking through,
Now is a mask of muted horror.
Clinched teeth withhold silent screams,
Fists clutch depression, fight happiness.
Smiles sought after with quiet fury
Are saturated in apathetic sadness.
So she frowns upon the horrid scene,
That which once housed astounding beauty.
Her voice whimpers relentless requiems,
Harmonious despite the discord in her heart.
Bound to sorrow,
Restrained by loss,
The seasons don't look the same,
When ideals of love are lost.
Author notes
Wrote this during school! 
I'm not sure about the title:
Lost Seasons?
The Seasons Don't Look the Same?
Beauty Once Known, Horrors shown?
Reaper's Requiem?
A contest entry
- round one (for everyone) prewrite contest ENTER ENTER ENTER (AND YES THAT MEAN'S YOU too by serenity silvermoon.
927 points, ended February 16, 2009, 1454 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Purple!
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Truly impressive...
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I saw what your words painted
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Simply fantastic imagery here,
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Gorgeous piece! The second to last stanza was truly brilliant. Keep up the amazing work!!! -Liz
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This is Beautiful, as always.. : )
I love your poems, Neph.
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wow!
This was soo beautiful,
Everything was put together so well,
I tried to find my favorite part, but there were too many!
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