Sorrows Winter

by wordsandwishes

  • Poetry
  • Dramatic

Published July 16, 2012

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 I walk on ice-cold stone,
weeping and alone.

 The silence shrouds all pain.

 Remember joyful times,
clinging to the rhymes.

 My cold hands cling in vain.

 The dove trapped in a cage,
snow falls bringing rage.

 And hope died leaving strain.

 I walk on ice-cold stone,
weeping and alone.

 My hope died leaving strain.

    My tears but Ice
         on snow.
Comments & reviews · 2
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Nornadean
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Nornadean wrote a review Review · Jul 16, 2012

Great job! It gave me the sense of cold feelings and depression. but overall it had a good rhyming scheme. It sounds great the way you made it flow was beautiful. It has material suitable for a poem. It makes sense.

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Rainn
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Rainn wrote a review Review · Jul 16, 2012

Beautiful poem, W&W. Your rhyming and flow are amazing. I don't really have much to say here...I think you did a perfect job on this. Your form is easy to read, and it tells a very good story.
It is an amazing poem.
I give it * * * * *.
Very nice, Very nice.

Keep writing, and keep sharing!

~Rainn



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