The coldness of the snow,
is still frozen red with blood.
The ice is a silent mirror,
splattered with sweet regret.
Each shattered building is
drenched in the memory
of the violent deeds of past,
And the chill of the biting wind
whispers silent notes of the un-sorry.
Our fates are twisted
into that of the aftermath.
Death grows on the trees
and is embedded in our hearts.
We scoop up all that is left,
and hold it to the sun,
we lable it our lives,
and plant it so it grows.
Our frozen tears are shared,
but are born of a pain only our own.
A burden left to those
that call victory their home,
And I gave everything,
And they gave everything,
And we gave everything,
yet not our home
and not our hearts
and never...
oh not ever, our
FREEDOM.
A contest entry
- Welcome to Hell! by Grozny.
1750 points, ended March 25, 6 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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This was extremely good. Loved the dark, mysterious feeling it left me with. And great imagery. Good luck in the contest and well done.
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Very well written, I enjoyed this I loved the first two stanzas, as they set a wonderful tone to the piece... I enjoyed the last stanza up until the 5th line. Then it kind of lost it for me. But other than that, I absolutly loved this piece
Great write, and Good luck in this contest!
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Very good!
I like the ending!
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