Around the corner and down the trail
Beyond the edge of belief
Canyons hide the deep parts of the soul.
Defending the walls that hold my dreams
Even now, a breech is mended.
Forever am I safe within from the world.
Great is the power that lies dormant,
Hiding creativity from the eyes of scorn,
Insistent in the belief that none will accept.
Justice is not a commodity spread to all.
Keeping in mind the memories of past trust.
Leaving the reasons for joy behind the wall.
Miserable as the life becomes, lost and alone,
Necessity begs caution, and so I hesitate.
Openness is rewarded with harshness and pain.
Pain that can take a lifetime to overcome.
Quailing before the harshness of criticism,
Reacting in the expected manner of defense.
Such a mean existence for the life I’ve led.
Touching the well stone of my soul,
Under the protection of my silence.
Vast stretches of desolation offset by
Wide gaps of love and understanding,
Xeroxing the days of my life.
Yet, I am a creature of hope, believing
Zealots will surrender their pursuit.
©2004 rous
11-16-04
Author notes
An idea I came up with one afternoon. I am not sure it is a new idea, but I have never come across it. Not the easiest to write, I found. I hope you enjoy.
Entered in the contest: Your Very Best #2 (pre-writes allowed) by Dark Whispers http://allpoetry.com/contest/2347094
Did not place, and I wonder about some of the winners.
A contest entry
- Your Very Best #2 (pre-writes allowed) by Dark Whispers.
415 points, ended April 18, 2007, 38 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - Contest on Acrostics by trekkergirls bank.
400 points, ended June 18, 85 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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ahhhh yes, I do know that these are acrostics now. These are very hard to write I think. Thanks for sharing this with us and thanks for entering it into my contest.
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in a way it is an acrostic poem but then it is not,I think alot of truthes are hidden in this poem. great write.
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When I wrote it, I was not thinking of any form; it just came out this way. I am still not sure what it would be called. I have seen a couple of others floating around the site.
Thank you for your comment.
rous
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I have never read anything like it before, but then, that does not mean anything. It has been a while since I had to sit through a poetry class. If anyone does know what to call it, I would like to know. It just came to me, one day while sitting in the doctor's office. And I, also write what I feel. Usually it makes sense, but there are the occasional that no one gets. Thank you for reading and the comment.
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wow this is very good...very very hard to write i can imagine..but you did a wonderful job..im not sure if this type of poem just as the one i wrote called(alphabet of a life)is diffrent or just something i made up..lol im new to poetry and have no idea what kind of poems you can write ...i just write what comes to my mind...you deserve an applaud for this one...good luck..keep writing...<3 becca
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Thank you, very much. I do not think it is an acrostic, but I do not know what you would call it. Difficult to come up with the X and Z words. Just something I wrote while waiting at the doctor's office, one day.
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Well, I can obviously tell that a LOT of work went into this, lol, and as a concept, I thought it was pretty cool to both read and look at, lol. I espeically liked that ending couple lines about Zealots and creature of hope...was a nice cap to a very nicely written piece.
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