The foretold times of despair
Have never been more silent.
And as I search through cold stone halls voiceless
My fruitless missions pile on my heart
Weighing even the iron-willed step
To the point that my footsteps too
Fall silent
Immobile,
With any wisp of breath I hear
My hope springs from me to the source
Though it is naught but the wings of a clueless bird
And that part of me dwindles again, like all the others
Muttering but a whimper before muting itself
Hopeless,
Even the slightest breeze rustling the twigs
Captures my straining eyes.
They look desperately for your footfall
Dancing quietly down the hall
But it was only a careless, wandering kitten
And my eyes grow vague, like all the others
Capturing their last light before silencing themselves
Blind, hopeless, immobile, silent,
I never find you in the corridors I endlessly search.
For when my need is dire
You hide where I could never go.
Have never been more silent.
And as I search through cold stone halls voiceless
My fruitless missions pile on my heart
Weighing even the iron-willed step
To the point that my footsteps too
Fall silent
Immobile,
With any wisp of breath I hear
My hope springs from me to the source
Though it is naught but the wings of a clueless bird
And that part of me dwindles again, like all the others
Muttering but a whimper before muting itself
Hopeless,
Even the slightest breeze rustling the twigs
Captures my straining eyes.
They look desperately for your footfall
Dancing quietly down the hall
But it was only a careless, wandering kitten
And my eyes grow vague, like all the others
Capturing their last light before silencing themselves
Blind, hopeless, immobile, silent,
I never find you in the corridors I endlessly search.
For when my need is dire
You hide where I could never go.
Author notes
This is something I wrote during class about the song Hide and Seek by Imogen Heap and what I involuntarily associate it with. Maybe now you'll understand why I don't listen to that song anymore
I hope 14 counts as "6-14;" I can never tell if 14 would count in that situation.
A contest entry
- Just for Kids II by oceanbluize.
1850 points, ended March 2, 2009, 19 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Yes 14 does count. Wow, this is a very well written and sad poem. Because this is a very deep, conceptual poem, my advice to you would to include punctuation...especially in this type of poem...so powerful. The punctuation would help emphasize key parts and give it more feeling...not that you did not accomplish that already with word choice. In away I could also see this poem being read to Beethoven's Moonlight Sonota...for some reason I do not know. I did state in my rules however, that I will not be checking punctuation,
just spelling. So have no fear of that being held against you ok. It was just my advice to you on this piece. Overall, a masterful write poetess.
Thank you for entering...and keep your quill dancing!
Ocean.

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hey this is really nice you know..
I'm 14 too and i entered a poem.... it should be ok..
keep writing!
xxx
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WOW...this is very nice. I hope to do as well soon. I wish you lots of luck in the contest. This is very good.
little sam





