Life
From Lust to dust,
Life is a fight.
From dusk to dawn,
We have to muster.
In this cluster,
Fuck called life.
We use our might,
Some loose sight.
And some take flight,
Were they right.
Or just contrite!
A contest entry
- 15 Lines or Less - Free Verse Only - Self Esteem by Cupcrazy.
450 points, ended April 17, 2007, 15 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
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I used to...
say that (cluster-fuck) all the time. I haven't used it in ages tho, I think because I quit kickin'& screaming & chasing shadows. I surrendered my defiance for peace and quiet. Did I take flight or am I contrite? Your poem illustrates inner struggle, really well. Concise with interesting rhyme... Ithica
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Good
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Nice piece, but I asked for no rhyme. regardless this is well written with emotion. Thanks for your fine entry.
Bunny
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excellent
Very good, life definately is a struggle.
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Good potentail
Seems lik eyou rtellin gpeople that life sucks.
still is good poem -
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it does at times................joe
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