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Fragments of Time
Poetry Contest Description
An important part of your past that defines you now
Write about an important part of your past (Sad, Glad, bad or joyful) that made you the way you are now.
Points for creativity.
New writes only
two poems per poet
any length but not too long
no collaborations
no extreme contents
He Was and Then Wasn't
He brought me flowers
walked with me through October rain
held me in warm bathroom showers
comforted me through my pain
Days turned into years
as time's wheels spun around
then he found a younger beauty
leaving my heart on the ground
In a whirlwind of passion
his love and desire ran wild
he vanished without a word
leaving behind a heart once beguiled
Plans unfurled in silence
a love lost in the night
he was here, and then he wasn't
a fleeting star, dimmed from sight
thus, here I am never trusting
never believing in anyone’s loving
unless its from me to another
I can never be sure
-not an entry-
He brought me flowers
walked with me through October rain
held me in warm bathroom showers
comforted me through my pain
Days turned into years
as time's wheels spun around
then he found a younger beauty
leaving my heart on the ground
In a whirlwind of passion
his love and desire ran wild
he vanished without a word
leaving behind a heart once beguiled
Plans unfurled in silence
a love lost in the night
he was here, and then he wasn't
a fleeting star, dimmed from sight
thus, here I am never trusting
never believing in anyone’s loving
unless its from me to another
I can never be sure
-not an entry-
So many falling stars
In the corridors of thought
where shadows white is sublime
wheels of memory spin
in circles they turn
whispers of forgotten dreams
linger in the air.
Faces in the mirror
reflections of the past
moments fleeting by
too precious to outlast
colors of emotion
in a kaleidoscope's embrace.
Echoes of a heartbeat
in the silence of the night
thoughts like scattered leaves
take their secret flight
twirling like a dance
on the edge of the unknown.
Threads of golden memories
woven through the years
laughter mixed with tears
in the tapestry of dears
circles form within circles
an intricate design
in the labyrinth of nought
where dreams forever brine.
Seasons change their colors
as moments come and go
in the spiral of existence
the winds of life blow
through the corridors of time
where echoes softly bind
truths are there to find.
Written by PAR
(PAULO ACACIO RAMOS)
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