Chorus of Heaven

by Karena   Jun 5, 2009


Vacant street with vacant hearts,
Along with raindrops; splashing on the surface.
Puddles stain tall rain boots,
A child's face is broken.

Tears can stream, rivers to oceans:
But pity is for the unspoken.

The little match girl,
A table of food.
A young poor child,
A mother's face intrude.

Hollow eyes, outgrown hair
Dirts and salts that stain.
A light that bid, from heaven call
Out from the pouring rain.

A step, then two
A whimper than none.
From cold to warm,
From Life to Death.

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  • 15 years ago

    by Steady Stereotype

    Your poem began a little off, and I didn't completely understand where it was going. The flow was choppy but when it came to the third stanza it picked up, the flow was added and a rhyme scheme sort of popped in. Or perhaps that's just me?

    "A step, then two
    A whimper than none.
    From cold to warm,
    From Life to Death. "

    ^Your ending had a good idea to it, but it wasn't absolutely perfect. 4/5