Across tongues they dance in cruelty's revenge,
patterns to shape withering dreams.
Wrapped in ugly faces of taunting words
and heart's rhythmic beat comes to a standstill.
Swirling, cold winds shake belief's foundations
and Spring's flowers stand headless,
colourless in a harsh storm that thrashes love's origin,
left as stalks of unfullilled promise.
Author notes
Prompt - Crossword
In a list
A contest entry
- prompt contest: crossword by Polaja.
700 points, ended June 4, 12 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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I really like the way that you have taken inspiration from the prompt here
it is very original, and the last line is stunning thank you for entering!
Polly
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ah poor hope - she always gets picked on, but she shrugs the negative words off her shoulders and dances into a bright future, i think she is special needs. a good poem
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Wonderful
Such a gifted creation. Your words were so well chosen. Best of luck in the contest.
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