Hello poets,
Hope the creating is going well for all of you these days. I thought I would start another group poem as it gives our site a way to be interactive.
Add lines to this poem and I will link to you within the body of this post.
Midnight Hour by PWB poets
He didn't ask for
forgiveness.
Didn't talk about regrets.
Wouldn't think about the morning;
it wasn't here yet.
Words spoken in haste;
Daggers hurled with intent.
Eternal damage inflicted,
But only temporarily meant.
a twisting tale of whirling dream
sat spinning through his mind,
a veil of words
sewn delicately
a palm to hide behind.
Never knew, whats wrong,
never felt whats right
but, in the silence of his lonely dreams,
sometimes he cried.
He did run all his life,
he did fall sometimes...
but unforgiving was his heart
for gone day's crimes
there by the rags and the amputation
scavenging the shadow of the symbol
lives still the glow of his lost lantern
these are the lines of severance
a love letter sealed into the art
of the surgeon
the parts of him not here
fly like birds in an unrequited sky
This life takes leaving,
time unveils one more
unread book left on Life's shelf -
his weathered hand
on the old book
pauses,
as his fingertips
trace the delicate spine
he wonders
where the time went
He wouldn't think of trangressions,
wouldn't think about regrets,
or what may come in the dawning
that was not here yet.
His memories smudged among
the thin crevices of what is reality
and that which is sometimes not….
But now only too aware of the pace of time
He tries what he has not ever done
while he treads those withered hands on the book,
pauses now on something engraved deep, written in gold.
for all the words which broke heart a many,
& all his deeds, which struck'em misery
A tear silently wets his eye, as if
He now knew what's been lost,
his own truth engraved deep, written in gold
Lines 1-5 by Sara at The Shores of My Dreams
Lines 6-9 by Dan at Poetic Justice
Lines 10-14 by Absolutely Miles Away
Lines 15-22 by Soham Das
Lines 23-30 by Crimsonsonflaw
Lines 31-33 by Janet Leigh
Lines 34-40 by Autumn Moon
Lines 41-44 by Sara.
Lines 45-56 by Sarayu from Hues of Thought
Sunday, August 12, 2007
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Words spoken in haste;
Daggers hurled with intent.
Eternal damage inflicted,
But only temporarily meant.
Great lines, Dan.
Thanks for your kind words. I'm very new to the game; just a pup trying to run with the big dogs.
Sara,
Thanks for stopping by my site and for your nice comments - I appreciate them. Your beginning lines are terrific.
Dan,
Those definitely aren't the lines of a pup! Very nice.
a twisting tale of whirling dream
sat spinning through his mind,
a veil of words
sewn delicately
a palm to hide behind.
Never knew, whats wrong,
never felt whats right
but, in the silence of his lonely dreams,
sometimes he cried.
He did run all his life,
he did fall sometimes...
but unforgiving was his heart
for gone day's crimes
Soham Das
www.soulwitness.wordpress.com
there by the rags and the amputation
scavenging the shadow of the symbol
lives still the glow of his lost lantern
these are the lines of severance
a love letter sealed into the art
of the surgeon
the parts of him not here
fly like birds in an unrequited sky
This life takes leaving,
time unveils one more
unread book left on Life's shelf -
http://janetleigh.wordpress.com
Very strong lines, Janet.
Welcome to PWB.
Sara
Thank you, writerwoman, and I'm glad I stumbled upon your blog; it's a great place and I hope to learn more about the poets who frequent PWB.
http://janetleigh.wordpress.com
His weathered hand
on the old book
pauses
as his fingertips
trace the delicate spine
he wonders
where the time went
sara
one of the fantastic poem composed..loved it
Squalid residence
Drab and broken
Dirt crawled along the floor
The smell outdid itself with rank
The bedroom contained one bed
Sagging
Damp
Well-used and stained
Mould blackened her walls
Age seamed her creases
Dug around her eyes
The life etched hard
Embedded soul-deep
Within her hollow emptiness
To voice from a void,
So sorry. I meant to close the comments on this poem because it is completed. I hope it is all right with you if I use your lines to begin a new group poem.
Your blog manager,
Sara
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