I stagger along the memories
are flooding through my mind
I can feel my heavy wings on
my slumped back And the night
before rushes back to me all
the arguing and then came the
covering have cause I gave up
and took the first sip which
led to the next till it never
stopped Now people are pointing
and wispering
"there goes the drunken angel"
and what would usually bother
me is just a slight dream that
will haunt me latter cause
every once in awhile angels
need their chance to fall from
the wonderful state of grace
So here goes me as a drunken
Angel
A contest entry
- Wanted: Drunken Angel Poems by Amera.
1500 points, ended July 15, 2007, 19 entries
Honorable winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - Controversy by I swashbuckler OK.
470 points, ended July 22, 2007, 21 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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The only way this could be controversial is if I awarded it a trophy of any sort. Even applauding it might make it so.
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Punctuate, please. This entire poem is sloppy in terms of puctuation, which renders it less effective than it could be. It's hard to read. Meaning, coherence, punctuation, and freeverse poetry can coexist all at once, you know.
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This is great! You're the only one who put yourself as the Drunken Angel.
Love,
Amera ♥
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