Poetry competition CLOSED 6th August 2024 2:42pm
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Everavalon
Everavalon
Windblown
A Cold Emptiness
As the sunlight dies
In cold empty darkness
Stillness of the grave
What the ruins remember
Through time and memory
Death appears through the windblown storm
Where the flame is eternal
Awakening
In cold empty darkness
Stillness of the grave
What the ruins remember
Through time and memory
Death appears through the windblown storm
Where the flame is eternal
Awakening
Written by Vision_of_insanity
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Sweet Subtleties
reeds in gentle sway
speak the stories of the wind
the day whispering
speak the stories of the wind
the day whispering
Written by Thor_Azine
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Little Dragons
Two dragonflies
dip and weave
in the sultry updraft
they know how
to live in the moment
their dreams
free and windblown
a short life filled up
dancing
with the twilight sun.
dip and weave
in the sultry updraft
they know how
to live in the moment
their dreams
free and windblown
a short life filled up
dancing
with the twilight sun.
Written by Detritus
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Blow Wind, Blow...
It rattled windows it rattled my doors
it went whistling past in a rattling rush,
it rattled tea cups and saucers of course
carrying trees and a mulberry bush,
tin cans, newspapers, a disgruntled cat
dustbins, a slice of bread and beef dripping,
the winning home run from a baseball bat
giving buildings a whipping in passing,
but, pleasing sailors sailing their Dinghy's,
and blowing you home dear, " did you miss me? "
Written by Rew
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Gone with the Wind
I have always believed in fairies
And now there really was one
Sitting on a water lily at the pond
Windblown and disheveled her hair
Crumpled her delicate iridescent wings
Last night's storm must have thrown
The poor little fairy off course
Big Emerald eyes look at me sadly
Intending to bring her some fruits
I get on my unicorn and take flight
And now there really was one
Sitting on a water lily at the pond
Windblown and disheveled her hair
Crumpled her delicate iridescent wings
Last night's storm must have thrown
The poor little fairy off course
Big Emerald eyes look at me sadly
Intending to bring her some fruits
I get on my unicorn and take flight
Written by Sappho
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