In a perfect world, there is still pain,
Thunderstorm and falling rain.
And we believe there is but One
Who holds the storm and brings the sun.
And in the rain, a poet stands
Facing upward, outstretched hands
Thru dark and stormy, all so frightening,
Hoping to be 'struck' by lightning.
A contest entry
- Prompt For You #3 by Jeremy0826.
1900 points, ended November 24, 13 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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Thanks a lot for your entry in my contest, I really enjoyed
reading it! However, I did state that there is a minimum of
15 lines in order for your entry to be counted. Please
check the contest rules and let me know that you have
revised your poem by placing the word REVISED after your
title. Thanks a lot and good luck to you here!
Jeremy0826 -
Great thought expressed so well in a few lines. The first stanza is nearly exquisite - simple but so profound and loaded with truth. We do stand around and wait don't we, and sometimes it happens, and then we write. And writing through the darkness and the storm can sometimes "fix" us. I think I know a young lady now who is in need of some "fixing" after going through her storm.
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This is really pretty. I love the contrast. really good job as always. I am infinitely jealous
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