sal carter

Rookie (25.03.1991 / reigate, surrey, england)

No Hope To Life - Poem by sal carter

Grey street corner
A frozen room
Lonely bed
A dying moon

Litter swept streets
And templed stars
Blurred rising sun
Hits burnt out cars.

Hate scrawled text
On bricked in walls
From cancered branch
A last leaf falls

The knife drawn streets
Barred with shops,
The downward wound
That never stops.

A Frostbitten tree
A pock marked road.
First morning truck
With a heavy load.

Gun ruled streets
Of bricks and knives
Discarded dreams
And shattered lives.

A world of pain
A world of snow
Nowhere to leave
No place to go

With no hope
To a world forlorn
No route to life
A child is born


Comments about No Hope To Life by sal carter

  • (6/29/2007 10:22:00 PM)


    I really enjoyed reading this awsome poem by you
    It is so nice, how simple your words drew a picture in my mind
    I saw what you saw
    Your words were very effective
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  • (6/29/2007 10:21:00 PM)


    I really enjoyed reading this awsome poem by you
    It is so nice, how simple your words drew a picture in my mind
    I saw what you saw
    Your words were very effective
    (Report) Reply

  • (1/27/2007 11:02:00 AM)


    Beautiful poem! ! This reads like a litany of physical conditions that all carry emotional energy. In the end all of these images converge to a single point in the hope, against all the odds, that attends a human birth. (Report) Reply

  • (10/9/2006 5:58:00 PM)


    This poem is quite well-written, you have a true gift, hold onto it and don't forget it. (Report) Reply

  • (6/30/2006 5:25:00 PM)


    Your wording is fresh and very effective
    i am enjoying your work
    (Report) Reply

  • (3/28/2006 8:01:00 PM)


    All pervasive loneliness that goes bone deep, and yet a child is born, so what life happens behind thos pock marked walls? (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, March 28, 2006



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