Oxymoron Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Nette Onclaud
September 4, 2025 - (2nd Place)
A silent scream cannot be seen Nor captured within our hearing It lies inert somewhere between Our normalcy and our fearing A silent scream is colored green When envious matters may strike And one so preen becomes so mean With quiet rage and hate alike
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