Where do whispers come from
the darkness
they are echoes
of thoughts and feelings
in which we are afraid to speak
about aloud.1
Where do tears come from
our fears
they are truths
in which we cannot face
cannot yet acknowledge.2
Where do you go
when the stars come out
and a billion
million
lights
are strewn across
the welcoming ski.3
Where do you
call home?
With you
in the here
and the now.
Author notes
I just wrote this I hope you like it.
A contest entry
- Poems, poems, and more poems... by Keirii.
130 points, ended March 1, 56 entries
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Comments
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i do like it. i have heard the whispers, tasted the tears, and danced under the moon when i see the stars awakening the sky. i liked this alot. it has a welcoming feeling to it... like come on in and read some, savor it, enjoy it in all its softness.
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Wonderful
Very creative and so well expressed. Thank you for sharing. -
very interesting and wonderful questions to ponder. such insightful and indepth write.
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That was really interesting.
I like how you used rhythm and asked questions in the poem.
It all meshes really well
Good luck!!!
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