The Unspoken Tales - Round 2 POEMS

Thank you poets this round. These have just been sent to the judges. One poet did drop out of this round because of missing the deadline so there are now a total of 5 poets and one will be eliminated. Great job!
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POEM #1
Title: Between two walls

The walls harbour too many memories in my heart,
but I traced my hand along their solidarity,
pondering whether home was closer than I imagined.

I'd laid out the routes of a new path many a time,
and thought about oak trees on the Guinigi tower.
How the opera of Madama Butterfly could resonate
inside a dream, still unheard of.

And my feet took me one evening
when time screamed to be freed,
chastened to a barrage of hate and anger.

These new walls, have stayed standing,
longer than the ones I cut my palms on,
trying to grip something that wasn't as
exhausting as breathing.

I'll open my eyes to what could be,
Sempre e un giorno.

* I chose Lucca, Tuscany, Italy.

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POEM #2

Beyond the beautiful scene
of multi-colored rolling hills,
you'll see the land
we've become slave to.

With hardened knuckles
we remain broken
in our hunchback dreams,
longing for the night to come
allowing us to steal away
an ounce of rest.

We'll search our hearts
for a bit of hope,
though we know this
will forever be
the nightmare we wish to escape.

* The rice fields in China was my photo prompt

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POEM #3
Divine Picturesque

Virginic beauty
of a captivating thick pool of coolness,
pours from the mouth of fertility.

I could eye a framed serenity
dipped in the hues of greenery
exuding sprays of freshness.

The hush of liquid currents
engulf my soul to
follow the melody it plays.

When I progress closer to it,
a seed of peace germinates
in my mind.

I wish to feel the flow it possess
when it drains from the top
which gives it the majestic greatness.

Fears grip my mind
yet adventure suppresses it
as I destine for the plunge.

A sense of freedom encompasses me
as I splash through the cool aqua
heading for the call of my heart.

Leaping into the fall
freshness brims my soul
and fear rips its spine.

The flight of my dreams
pierces the fabric of pessimism
as I dive downwards for a raised esteem.

I immerse in the pond-shaped creek
decorated with the fresh vapours of liquid ice
yet filled with tranquil.

Swimming rejoicement,
smiles compliment my state
drenching my heart with utter happiness.

*Photo used : Seljalandsfoss waterfall, Iceland

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POEM #4
Title: We are Born Climbers

Like an Everest
not even fog can conceal its height,
it's life;
the unreachable
steep ground one holds onto,
the summit of our journey.

we are born climbers;
endurance, perseverance
are our tools, our strength.

but we are not strong,
we fall and fall like rocks
detaching from wall

with one single storm,
our fingers slipped away,
our grasp weakens

and we collapse
exhaling our might out
then we relapse

until someone caches our wrist
we see a light
a new path
the rain subsides
then we climb back up

until again
the same cycles starts
we fall down
bringing our helper along,

it's a never ending trip.

Not even fog can conceal its height,
how can we?
if we continue tripping our way upwards
instead of skipping our way down?

* Picture # 14-- Mount Roraima, Venezuela/Brazil/Guyana

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POEM #5
Caesar in Tuscany

I sit and wait impatiently
for the tides of man
to bring me to shore or
cast me upon the shoals
and end my determined
life and the glory of Rome.

Ridiculous that I
who conquered Gaul
should abide the men
too timid to act alone,
who must hide behind
Pompey their Great Ass.

Daily I have walked
these hills lush with
olive trees and grapes:
beauty that would
more than satisfy
any other man.

I long for a simple mind
that could rest nourished
by the goblet and plate
without the blood of Venus
coursing my veins and
creating great discontent.

Plato tells us a wise man
cannot be ruled by inferiors
for his insight reveals
the folly of their actions;
so do I see the idiocy
of these scheming senators.

Enough! I now return
to Ravenna and my troops;
in three days I shall begin
to make witless men quake
as they beg gods for salvation,
for soon I cross the Rubicon.

* [Prompt 19, Lucca, Tuscany, Italy]

I love how different these poems are!

I agree! It's neat being able to read each poem with a unique voice & style in each :]

Enchanting imagery

Pretty nice entries.

Hey MA, any word from your judges? ;)

Say Aye!

Hi guys, sorry! Two votes in so far, one set of comments in....I'll make sure these are in the next few days....the other two judges have messaged me saying they are working on it.

Is this still alive?

Yes, sorry Larry & everyone else.... I should have contacted judges earlier and reminded them to get them done by a certain time. But just received last judges' comments/votes & will be posting in a few.