This is an Echo Verse Poetry. It is a 14-line poem with ABAB rhyme scheme. A few words are repeated in the subsequent lines to create an ‘Echo’ or refrain. Written for Penmancy’s monthly contest.
Will not his silence ever know
That a tiny thorn of pain grows in my heart?
The pain that pricks me wherever I go,
Never letting me make a fresh start.
Maybe, I’m watering it with tears that flow,
That’s not a great way to make a fresh start,
But I promise to pull out the thorn and throw,
When his silence stops echoing in my heart.
Dear heart, it’s time to move on and not wait for a foe,
Defeat the longing and loss if you are smart.
I’m eager to bribe the gray that shrouds the noon glow
I hope you are just as eager for a sunny start.
Though hope’s betrayed, hope remains for winds of love to blow-
A hope that a deep desire will silence, the silence of my sweetheart.