Flowers withering away
Their fragrance lost in decay;
Stars turning ashen
In unrevealed thresholds
No more scintillating;
Winds roaring in graveyard-like silence
Sans the tranquil;
Rainbows fading away
In the overcast gray;
Mists subsiding
The otherwise indomitable spirit
of the mountains;
The bright sol
Escaping in the black guise;
The blushing sky
Sending tints of blood scarlet
on the vast ‘blues’;
And the doom came;
The razor’s edge penetrating
the soft flesh;
Blood oozing out;
Taking away with it
the mortal remnants
of the dead soul…
Author notes
Written July 6th, 2004
A contest entry
- Darkest Thoughts by gUitaRDEdchicK.
300 points, ended July 13, 2004, 28 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Hoping freedom from the death.
The Doom by Apurva's poem is in serious topic death where the poetess expression under the path of its topic, if she succeeded overcoming the death her poem's significance will be be another test in my opinion,the poetess had not miss to mentain value of words in contrast giving meaning in it. -
You have done a fine job here- very deep and yes, sad too
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beautiful, astonishing work.
-miss naya rose
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