For the umpteenth time, I read them again
My own words, before I could have them sent,
Straight from the heart, to the heart, were they meant
Feelings poured on a papyrus plain,
For the umpteenth time, I read them again..
They bore my touch, as my fingers danced
To the tune of the silent song, my bosoms sang,
In that November's night, when the wind chimes rang
Beneath the starlit skies, leaving me entranced..
On that paper white, I let my fingers dance..
Ten thousand memories and more
Treasured amidst those patterns drawn in ink,
A string of thread from my lavendar silk,
The key to my heart, for him to explore
And precious dreams that lay in store..
A contest entry
- Chose a title and write (for Rhyme only) No cutting or Self harming thank you by Legend.
3000 points, ended May 28, 25 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
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loved it!
I enjoy reading your work, also thank you for your welcoming comment! Happy Halloween to you too!
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I really like message and figurative language but found some things I think could be improved. 'from the heart, to the heart' perhaps would be better as 'my heart, to your heart'. Also the exact repeat of the 1st line again at the end of the 1st stanza doesn't feel quite right since you don't continue that as a pattern.
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thats awesome, excelent flow. and it makes sense without being too blunt
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Soft and tender words of poetry as only a poet in love can write. Beautiful poetry my fear friend.
~Sonja~
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A beautifully worded piece I love the rhyme pattern used It adds to the whole beauty of the poem. A real joy to read Because there are three other poems with this title could i ask you to add #4 so i know which is which Thank you
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Yes. now done legend. Thanks much for the ever-cheering comment
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