My heart spills out
upon unpolished floors;
the tears make me lose my grip
on what pure sanity is left.
I wish I could close my eyes
and whisper to the wind to
take me upon its trail,
weightless and free as a feather.
Awakening tomorrow,
silent grievances and hollow smiles
eyes wandering upon a shelf of broken dolls
I still won't be able to say what's on my mind.
In a list
A contest entry
- The Mood Of Poetry... by Jepardy.
700 points, ended April 17, 61 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - Anything!!! Pre-writes! Whatever! by MysteriousWhisper.
500 points, ended April 14, 87 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - prewrite conest by serenity silvermoon.
1500 points, ended June 12, 429 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
soo....whats your honest opinion?
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Very nice. I love the use of metaphors that you have. And the feeling of hopeful despair that come with it. Good work, and good luck in the contest.
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I LOVE IT. it says so much. i love how you have a break in between where the mood is hopeful. but you cannot get to that point and you're being held back.
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The poem just rains down with emotion
and deep feelings
A wonderful poem
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Oh and I would suggest 'Unspoken Words' as the title if you're struggling to find one.
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Fabulous idea, thank you!
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After reading this I can't help but be confussed as to how you can think of me as an inspirational poet when your poetry is soo amazing. You truely have a remarkable talent hun xx
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That last line is so true, some of us are never able to express what we want to for the fear of it upsetting another or even ourselves.
C
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