Shards of flame.
Piercing.
Intense.
Looking at me.
Like they could swallow me up.
Purple, black, red.
Anger
burns
behind,
judging eyes.
A contest entry
- Titles Contest (Week Two) by Laura-Critchley.
315 points, ended April 13, 2008, 12 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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yeah i like this better
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I like this, a lot.
The spacing's a little hard to take; but, that's more of a personal preference as opposed to your poetic skill.
Short and sweet; and considering I'm not normally that big a fan of short poems... this is really good!
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Thanks!
hmmm yeah I'm not sure about the spacing either. what would you sugest, just mush it all together?
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Maybe, or have it in two stanzas/verses.
Maybe the first line of the second stanza as:
"Purple, black, red."
But, ultimately it's up to you. =)
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