A permanent picture of beauty
Tall and graceful
A beacon of strength
In your youth.
A shining temple
Of light and love
Gentle and compassionate
But now in ruins.
You were abused
By those who owned you
Abandoned by the ones
You let inside.
I must confess though
I like to renovate
That is, if you will let me
For I am just a builder.
So let me rebuild the dream
These hands may not be
The most skilled of all
But they build with love.
They are hands of hope
Tentative but loyal
To rebuild your former splendour
Adding to it the wisdom and majesty
Of all your experience
Oh if you will let me.
A contest entry
- Paint Me A Picture;; Sing Me A Song (( Imagery, Metaphores, Simlies && all that jazz )) by HereComesTheSun.
700 points, ended February 10, 27 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - PreWrite contest for my favorites/AP family/and group!!! by Kathraina.
1055 points, ended February 15, 290 entries
Honorable mention
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Comments
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Sighs, another great write. You words so tender and true.
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Judged-ola!
aww tender write from the heart -
Postive: the first lines really hit me hard in mastpieceful (to bad thats not a word) but it really started of strong
Negative: to me it grew weak at the end the words choice was flimpsy
thanks for entering -
Hi Little Brother,
This is fantastic! I love the gentle love, and flow of your words here! Who could ask for anything more wonderful than the message you have here!
Great job!
Best of luck in this contest!
and love
Nyetta
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