The Unspoken Tales - Round 1 POEMS

Thanks everyone for participating in this round, great job! Here are the poems & judging might take up to five days...
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Poem #1
Her unspoken story

Its been 20 years David
that I've lost you
and haven't found myself since.

This pavement near the Cathredal
is my new home honey.
They took away our residence at the military's colony.

You know, the Christians here
stare at me, thinking I'm insane
they alm me with penny.

They speak vague stories about me
abandon me when I want to talk
and scurry away when I look at them.

I still have our lovely memories
fresh in my mind...
We were so happy.

You went to the regiment in autumn that day
and never came back.
Your fellow soldiers informed that you died.

No. Never. Its a lie!
You were so brave
your people decieved the truth.

I went to them David.
to search for you
and I got a heart-breaking news.

Your friend, he told me
you remarried to another lady
and that you were happy with your new family.

I laughed when he said this
it cannot be.... at all!
You loved me, didn't you?

Yes, I was hurt... bad...ly
and like mad, I wanted to find you
to hug you once again... last time!

And then I turned so numb
when my failure
in finding you prevailed.

And so all these years
I'm here, at the pavement
hoping to get your sight.

*inspiration from the Hamar Lady's image

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Poem #2
Uncovered

Underneath this veil lies
a lifetime of silence, covered
by man-made fabric with
uneven threads in every stitch.
The more I try gasp for air,
the more it smothers and suffocates,
rendering me helpless
in the land of equal opportunity.
I am branded by this white cloth
that will hide my secrets forever
and bury them under the sea
with the casualties of tradition.
But somehow, some way,
this all will soon be over;
one day, all black and white
will fade from existence.
While blind hatred and fear
continue to engulf the world,
I am coming uncovered...

*Inspired by this photo: http://www.flickr.com/photos/chishikilauren/107391203/*

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Poem #3
The Truth Gazing back

burried deep is a secret
you cannot continue to keep.
Each day you weep rivers
share the truth, hearts will leap.

We all know it's killing you
because the hair in your face
doesn't let your eyes show
and your color is always drained.

It's okay to have lived through
such a thing, but not
if you bottle it inside
until your soul begins to rot.

Hidden way down is a secret
that only ever brings you down.
Everyone everywhere knows
that you were in fact there.

It's clear you are stunned,
just listen to your heart's pace,
speeding up until it draws tears
and leaves a new scar forever more.

You had a perfect smile
and a beautiful laugh too,
where did all that love go?
You miss it, you know it's true.

*based on the quote and the picture of the lady covering her entire face except eyes

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Poem #4
Gothic Ladies

It's going to be a long one, tonight.
After nine already and only one customer;
he won't leave, wants to photograph me!
How much should I ask for the picture?

I remember times I was so bored
that I counted every tile on this wall
while busy lying on my back,
uninterested.

This is only temporary, I know that;
soon I'll save enough to go away,
to be someone else,
someone who can sleep at night,
or whenever I'm tired;
I'm so very tired right now.

When I'm honest I know
I'll be doing this until I'm so old
that no one will want me any longer
and then what will I do?

Prompt: http://www.flickr.com/photos/camil_t/161728213/
[gotische damen]

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Poem #5
Title: Burnt Ash

What beholds itself within the seconds, we cannot tell,
as where our bodies rest,
our souls shall wander between every leafy breeze,
grasping an age or beauty that combines a timeline between
foot trodden valleys and bare toes.

Crispness dues of autumn comforts
moulted beside a burnt ash may be a morning wonder,
but what we have come to know is tested
with another angle on memories,
other views on what's been read.

Is this a mirage of what's to become in fly bitten hours
and where does it lie when we're enshrouded by dust?
Where shall truth be painted when all
our colours have been broken by our hands?

Stick to simplicity, for delving into what's not meant
to be understood, just leaves us questioning too much,
depth cannot be carved from something less than
ourselves and the world.

-Image used as prompt #5-

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Poem #6
Standing Apart

I dared to be different
like all the fallen do;
sadness swirls like orbs
sandwiched against my nose
trapping me in a nightmare
of an alluded truth
in my desperate attempt
to set the world free.

One day I will. Somehow.

*Used 2nd & 4th photo for inspiration

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Poem #7
The Seeds of Love

A gaze upon a distant road
may bring a soul to praise our lord,
for distance starts
with one foot on front and the other
following a cloudy north.

That each step given
may bless a set apart relationship with rain
to feed the seeds
of plotted love along the walked streets
for fertile tomorrows.

And yet one knows,
that distance is but a journey testing love
that not every seed will sprout
even in a well moist soil.

So if love is truly love,
the given steps will know when
to return to home

If not the seeds
may drown
for an absence of a sun.

And thus, a distant road
may bring one to praise our lord
For love sprouts
even from a distance
when it isn't lust.

And thus, one will know
when to return home
and follow the distant road
to harvest love.

*Inspired by the first photo: http://jpgmag.com/photos/1820516

I am always amazed at the quality of entries in these contests!

I think 5 and 7 are from the same person? A newcomer perhaps... at least to my reading.

Hi abracadabra,

I think they are from different people. See the vocabulary is different.

And also with all due respect to the author of # 7, but it has a lot of fillers, it's hard to read.

so it's either a newcomer or someone with writers block.

By the way, Number 4 is interesting.

Hmm, I think you might be right, Lucero, the styles are slightly different. Both seem unfamiliar to me, though I may be wrong. I like to identify people through their writing alone.

4 is indeed interesting, though the last stanza let it down a bit.

Good stuff, everyone.

Hi guys! Sorry for the wait, I have critiques from 2 judges, and the third one needed a few more days....but hoping I can post next round at start of this upcoming week. Thanks for being patient!

UPDATE:

All judges' comments/votes are in! I will compile scores tonight and post them. Second round will be up first thing in Monday morning!

EDIT: Didn't have time this morning to finish and post results.....however I will be able to post up everything tonight. Sorry for the delay

Yay! Cant wait!