As I put my little ones to sleep
Pouring the beer as I weep
See my children going without
Booze is what I care most about
When I’m sober I think of them
The looks I get, I feel condemned.
Author notes
Prompt 3. Whiskey scented Lullabies
This is how I grew up
[3] drunken lullabies
In a list
A contest entry
- Wibble Wobble by individuality.
450 points, ended April 5, 2008, 5 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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so sad that this is a truth for some people who have gone through alcohol problems.
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50/50 for following rules
25/25 for overall poetic ability
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What really strikes me is that the poem states the children are going without, yet the parent still has their beer. Sad to say that too many parents put their addictions above the needs of their children. Best of luck in the contest.
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whisper
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Boy, did you nail this one, a grand read and write for the prompt
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a good piece of poetry you have penned - a soft sounding poem this but it is pretty sad with the content, it works well. thank you for entering and good luck.
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An interesting and quite sad take on the prompt. The last word might should read "condemned". A good write. Thank you for your entry!
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This reminds me so much of how many people I know grew up... it's a sad fact but you managed to express the pain so beautifully in this tragic tale... the rhyming was subtle and amazing and the message was brutal. Thanks so much for the read and good luck.
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