Open Poetry #26 |
The Most Frightening Thing |
Honeybee Member Ascendant
since 1999-12-26
Posts 5372Ontario, CANADA |
The Most Frightening Thing Like a caged bird, you sing the remnants of wings rusted by wire. Void of key, a prison, the heart dies while stripped of its desire. This house of dreams, so feebly clings to the hope, tearful cope, that someday will bring a prince and open the door to the sky. But, invisible walls send not your calls of a soul, longing, waiting. And love is fleeting, dissipating of foolish things we hold to pass the hours, and waste the days; Though the sound of regret still rings through skin of unshakable things. You spend the last half of your life trying to make up for the first; And there’s nothing more frightening than being left alone with your thoughts. By Melissa P. Long-Monette |
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Mistletoe Angel
since 2000-12-17
Posts 32816Portland, Oregon |
(big hugggsssssss) What comes first is to always being true to yourself, true happiness always begin with you, then as you find your peace add more branches to that lemon tree! (sigh) Extend yourself from the heart, sweet friend, God Bless You, I know this pain, we all love you so much! You have such a beautiful heart, sweet Melissa, thank you for sharing! May love and light always shine upon you! Love, Noah Eaton Underneath your clothes, there's an endless story |
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QjQ Member Elite
since 2003-04-18
Posts 3756U.S.A. |
this warm loving write of poetry just has me with out words to express how much i liked it,,, QjQ |
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Saunni Senior Member
since 2000-07-11
Posts 1777West Virginia |
How true your words are and so perfectly said! Simply a great write. Sauni:)The Only Time I See The Sun Is When I'm Within That Vanilla Breeze.The Only Time I'm One With The Sun Is When He Shelters Me From The Rain. L.S |
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BluesSerenade Member Patricius
since 2001-10-23
Posts 10549By the Seaside |
This house of dreams, so feebly clings to the hope, tearful cope, that someday will bring a prince and open the door to the sky. But, invisible walls send not your calls of a soul, longing, waiting. And love is fleeting, dissipating of foolish things we hold to pass the hours, and waste the days; Though the sound of regret still rings through skin of unshakable things. I really loved both of those verses, it was hard to choose between the prince and unshakable things~ And then there is the sky~ You writing is lovely, and your picture is beautful~ Honeybee~ |
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Aenimal Member Rara Avis
since 2002-11-18
Posts 7350the ass-end of space |
Damn..... |
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eminor_angel Member
since 2003-05-22
Posts 323Canada |
awesome poem. fresh take on the caged bird metaphor. |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
so true... |
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