One title contest

CLOSED CLOSED CLOSED! :)

It's simple, there is ONE title.

whomever writes the best poem for this title gets 10r/r/c's.

contest ends after 10 submissions.

Title: silent cries of the purest heart.
(sad poems prefered ;) )

good luck!

1. reserved -- HOLLYWOODxBANGBANG
- done

2. reserved -- *charisma*
- done

3. reserved -- NiClean

4. reserved -- xXx SeCrEt WiSh xXx
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5. reserved -- Poetic Genius
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6. reserved -- xx IncArceRaTeDxAmoR xx
- done

7. reserved -- Britt
- done

8. reserved -- ReproducedByIntelligence
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9. reserved -- Bryan
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10. reserved -- Pamela G
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Reserve, please. :]

Reserve!
Charisma*

Reserve me please.

Silent Cries Of The Purest Heart (Double Triolet)

Alone in the dark, acid tears silently fall
As an innocent heart splits into two
Recalling when it had everything, it had it all
Alone in the dark, acid tears silently fall
A frozen soul that can no longer stand tall
Wholesome heart wondering if it can continue
Alone in the dark, acid tears silently fall
As an innocent hearts splits into two.

No one seeming to hear these broken tears
Coming from a lonely, fragile heart
Used to be so whole, now laced with fears
No one seeming to hear these broken tears
World has gone temporarily deaf, it never hears
The once purest heart has cracked apart
No one seeming to hear these broken tears
Coming from a lonely, fragile heart.

Triolet-Consists of 8lines.
The 1st, 4th and 7th line repeat.
The 2nd and 8th line repeat as well.
The rhyme scheme is abaaabab.

Silent Cries Of The Purest Heart.

Watching them fly,
watch her cry.
ask her whats wrong
ask her why

sitting in the rain
hiding her pain
look at her hands
a blood stain

her eyes of gold
empty and cold
her hands hidden
unfit to hold

watching them fly
watch her cry
leave her alone
watch her die.....

Silent Cries of the Purest Heart

Silent Cries of the Purest Heart

She knows it's wrong, but trudges ahead
The game he plays, runs through her head.
The bad feels so right when he's around
What lifted her up, has now let her down.

Too much older, the wisdom unfair
To a childish mind that craved his care.
A heart so fragile, so easy to break
She was a giver, and he would just take.

Attention she wanted, he gave it for free
Minus the cost of her integrity.
Her soul was held in the web he weaved
She saw the truth, but wouldn't believe.

Tossed aside were the doubts in her mind
It felt so much better to act as if blind.
But now the danger lies in his reach
An innocent girl led by deceptive speech.

She tried to warn others but kept it inside.
The damage she'd suffer said she should hide.
The pain inflicted is tearing her apart
But no one hears the silent cries of her heart.

By: Charisma*

Thank you guys for the great poetry.. Looking forward to reading the rest!

~*Natasha*~

Reserve me, dear. (:
I'll get it in sometime tomorrow.

Two more... ?

Reserve

Reserve

Silent Cries Of The Purest Heart

We don't talk to each other any more
We don't love each other like before
We don't know what we argue about
We're no longer together any more

We made the biggest mistake of our lives
We don't know how to work thing out but fight
We were young, we just watched our lives paseds us by
Experience we had learned but can't turn back time

We deny the pain that lies deep in our hearts
Everybody knows that we're torn apart
Now others can see the water runs deep in our eyes
Only silent cries of the purest heart we left behind

(C) Copyright 2007 to Pamela G.

Thanks to everyone for reserving.. And for the ones who have posted their poem already!
Because I want te rightful winner to collect their prize sooner rather than later, a deadline has been set as to when I would like all poems in.. If you have a good/legitimate reason as to why you cannot make the deadline, let me know. I can move up the deadline for you.

deadline: 10th of October..

thanks,
~*Natasha*~

Silent Cries Of The Purest Heart

Softly she whispers in her sleep,
Vivid sorrow haunts her dreams,
Waking up, her soul still weeps,
Hearts are not meant to scream.

Silent cries of the purest heart,
Fills the room and tears her apart.
Stretched, stitched, left broken,
Left her here, hearts unspoken.

Never giving up, never giving in,
Battered, bruised life must go on,
Better without him, her heart is,
Finally happy now that hes gone.

Should have seen it from the start,
Knew that he would tear her apart,
Seen his love for her would depart,
Silent Cries Of The Purest Heart.

The contest ends tomorrow.
I will get the results posted as soon as I can and of course will be r/r/c on the one who won as soon as possible as well!

little add on.. the person who wins will get spot in favorites as well.. (forgot that one)

for now, thanks to everyone who has entered.. Beautiful poetry!

~*Natasha*~

Don`t know if this is already over, if so then just ignore mine.

Sobriety never was an act she played well and these
Implications of the golden years are getting just a
Little old. Her act is overrated and she`s lost what
Elegancy she may have had when fake smiles were
Never a question. She boasted them so well, lying
To the rest of the world when she flashed a mediocre

Ceramic smile, holding her head up high. She was in the
Right state of mind, or so she led everyone to believe, but
Intoxication always did have a middle name, and in
Every sad story about a teenage girl there is
Some little joke -- a hint toward the simplicity of

Oppression in a life so full of angst and bewilderment.
From what has been said on this case before, in all of

The sincerity that the witnesses
Have been able to muster up, it seems that words just
Echo through the stubborn minds of youth these days.

Purity never was a hard thing to find, but in a
Uniform competition to be the most rebellious, it`s
Rare to find a girl that isn`t hung up on being
Eminent among everyone else that
Steps an inch toward her. It`s ironic, how a
Trend of being the smartest and

Healthiest has quickly shattered into not
Eating at all and a room so pure is filled with the
Aroma of alcohol and weed. Or maybe it`s how these words will be
Regurgitated with all the rest that they ignore, swallowing
The silent cries of the purest hearts.

-Jenna Elphick
October 14, 2007

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Acrostic Poetry is where the first letter of each line spells a word, usually using the same words as in the title.

Silent Cries Of The Purest Heart.

Shadows glisten upon the walls, creating such beauty.
Forgotten children lie half dead about the ground in agony.
Screams fly from every direction and sweat slowly falls -
No one to remember, remember their very last calls.

'Pain is pain' replays over in each mind, hiding all honesty.
For, just this once [and many other times] pain is beauty
once hidden from a world of lies, now lying on the ground
in utter silence, since beauty makes no sound.

And, tears fall like they've never fallen before.
Silent cries of the purest heart on the other side of the door
whisper words of heartbreak from their unlived lives -
" Don't fret my darlings, they're only silent cries."

Hi everybody!

it is now, for me.. officialy weekend! :D
which means I now have the time to give the winner his prize and do it in such fashion as he deserves.
the winner of this contest is.... Bryan! :)
it was very close but this poem has my preference.
I thank you all for entering, who knows... we might meet again.

10 r/r/c on your way + a spot in favorites :)

sincerely,
~*Natasha*~