Avenues
Of bitter stone
Roll like tears
Without a home
A haunted dream
With many steps
A portrait
Of memories kept.
Refugees
Of a past
Walk each road
A bitter quest
Room to room
As rubble lay
In torment of
The final day.
Eight lines in
The poet screams
Can the horror
Be so real ?
Hopes now smoke
In rising plumes
Worship the day
For night it looms.
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Author:
nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson) (
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There is despair and regret in this piece. It calls out to prepare for worse. A haunting poem
most kind, thanking you much appreciated
Most welcome
Good write N.
thanks as always much appreciated
I know a Silent Poem - it has 4,594 lines (maybe) but there's no words to it. How will we know when we've reached the end of it? How can we be sure there's that many lines it?! lol.
Same as that daft bit of 'silent music' with the title: 4'33".
that is a difficult one to answer lol
We could always write a Silent Poem if we have writers block. lol.
or just pretend we did lol
Yes lol. here's the first verse of that poem - all the other verses are the same! 4 lines to a verse here.
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excellent work, mine is roughly the same lol
Ah good lol.
we must have copied one another
Argh! not plagiarism. lol.
it looks like it
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