Poetry Competition Ends 26th October 2024 4:16pm
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The Golden Tear
Poetry Contest Description
Make me Feel
Hello everyone. This is called The Golden Tear because I want you to take me there. Where? That part of you that I will stop and feel caught up in the emotion.
This competition has a special twist to this. I have created a magazine that I have been gradually hinting to called, Hypo Frost Magazine. The first issue will be out in December. You maybe contacted by me to be in the first edition. The theme is fall to winter. If you want to know, more feel free to reach out to me.
It is a free magazine. You own your rights to your work.
Now what are the Requirements to this Competition?
1 Love, loss, romance, regret
2 Any style poetry
3 Short story please no more than 2 1/5 pages long.
Good Luck
Never Know
They will never know
The feelings I hide inside
They will never know
Friends may come
Friends may go
But they will never know
I will never show
The pain I keep inside
They will never know
Will they see it in my eyes
Will they know from the lies
I scribble in the snow?
Will they feel the heat
That burns with every sigh
I tried to hide long ago?
I will never tell
How everything befell
They can never know
What life did foretell
That I remain in hell
They can never know
Check out this song on Suno
https://suno.com/song/e0716c0a-d536-4a01-8481-e6a595426477
The feelings I hide inside
They will never know
Friends may come
Friends may go
But they will never know
I will never show
The pain I keep inside
They will never know
Will they see it in my eyes
Will they know from the lies
I scribble in the snow?
Will they feel the heat
That burns with every sigh
I tried to hide long ago?
I will never tell
How everything befell
They can never know
What life did foretell
That I remain in hell
They can never know
Check out this song on Suno
https://suno.com/song/e0716c0a-d536-4a01-8481-e6a595426477
Written by Samnash
(Sam Nash)
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"Whispers"
In shadows deep and still
Where echoes dare not creep
The wind, with mournful thrill
Doth sing the souls to sleep
The stars, like tearful eyes
Watch over graves of stone
As dreams of broken skies
Wander the dark alone
The moon, a pale-faced bride
Her veil of clouds does wear
In whispers lost, she cried
A wail of cold despair
Yet still, beneath the gloom
A beauty strange and rare
The flower in the tomb
The rose in silent air
In shadows deep and still
Where echoes dare not creep
The wind, with mournful thrill
Doth sing the souls to sleep
The stars, like tearful eyes
Watch over graves of stone
As dreams of broken skies
Wander the dark alone
The moon, a pale-faced bride
Her veil of clouds does wear
In whispers lost, she cried
A wail of cold despair
Yet still, beneath the gloom
A beauty strange and rare
The flower in the tomb
The rose in silent air
