He hacks, half heartedly
Halting halfway
Heavy hearts hinder
Happy hour helps
Heaving heavy
Helplessly hopeless
Having had
He heads home
Head hung, humming
Heated headaches
Healing hands
Helping him
Hovering human
Hocus-pocus
Healthy husband
His home
Hangover hidden
hangout
Ho-hum…
Author notes
Simon Corn.....AKA Ash Friday.....AKA...fallen Comrade
Help...hide...heavy...he hates H....
A contest entry
- 26 Poets by JustAnotherIdoit.
600 points, ended April 20, 2008, 17 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Whatever you like...
Comments
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I like it. Most of the poems in this contest seem to be way too heavy and mucky... they just use words with their letter in them, and when read it seems muddy. Your poem manages to avoid that trap.
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Well done
Great work on this piece and best of luck in contest!
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hehe this is great
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Good one. Made me smile.
Thanks for the entry.
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Uh...that's REALLY good. What I like most is that as I read it the Hs made a sort of wheezing noise that fit perfectly.
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Your letter is H.
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Username as your title and in your AN please.
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