Half empty preludes reveal the cynicism of dreams.
Standing on murky foundations the quality of purpose remains to be seen.
Just an etch on the mirage of time gone dry; waiting for the foreshadowing of the end.
Children reach out with hour glass hands looking towards limitless horizons.
Yearning for the tangle of balance in heated discussion.
Realizing that intensity in truth is often overlooked.
A contest entry
- Let Me feel your presence by RiNgMaSt3r.
800 points, ended September 19, 16 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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Amazing image! this was very very good, exactly what i was looking for a little short, if you added more it would have been great. but i like it the way it is! thank you for entering my contest and good luck!
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'Children reach out with hour glass hands'
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that line was brilliant.
the imagery was absolutely beautiful
i havent checked out that contest yet.. but if you used 3 wordbanks in one poem that definitely should deserve some points.
great poem and goodluck in the contest! -
I do not know if this is intentional, but there is a grammatical error on line 2. (standing on murky foundations (,?) the quality of purpose remains to be seen.) Other than that, this poem is great! I love the imagery that it gives, and the word choice is just exquisite!
Great write,
Mel
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Children reach out with hour glass hands looking towards limitless horizons. "
That must be my favorite line in this piece.
I really like this.
Keep on writing dear ♥
-rainbow.
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