Poetry Gust

by Rania Moallem   Oct 29, 2018


Music, birds
death and life
autumn, winter
and a bitter summer cup.

It all slammed me in a trice
as a cold gust of poetry
hit me with a brain freeze.

Hope strangled me
as I stretched to reach
the dying trees.

I cuffed clouds
as I breathed out
the freezing sighs
that cut my heart
with its burdening ice.

There might be nothing
as cold as death,
and as hard as life..

I saw in few minutes,
what one sees in a month.

Never, I'll never read
for so many poets
at once.

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  • 2 weeks ago

    by Reelo

    C0ngrats

  • 2 weeks ago

    by Jamie

    Congrats on the win

  • 2 weeks ago

    by Dream Astronaut

    I love the creativity and choice of words for this poem. It perfectly captured a moment of a reader/writer briefly and simple. The subject used is unique and interesting which makes this poem standout as well as prove how the nomination for this piece is well-deserved.

  • 3 weeks ago

    by Milly Hayward

    Superb imagery that takes the reader on an emotional imagery. Very glad to see it nominated. Milly x

  • 3 weeks ago

    by Maple Tree

    done. I had to nominate <3

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