Their she lies
prostrated before her peers,
broken by the mantles
of arrogance and pride
Her eyes swelling into
cascading streams of sorrow,
ernestly yearning yesterday
As paradigms have shifted
into night songs of gloom,
where joyous chants of envy
once reside
Caught in a web of mischief
by deceits illusionary kiss,
like flies allured by silken
strings of glitter
which bate glossy eyes of greed
into chambers of ill- fated demise
Glares of scorn scan across
her tattered flesh,
convicted by the hypocrisy
of mortal men
who themselves lay in
shadows of descretion,
veiling disgarded secrets
that vilify their contempt
As they draw from her shame
justification for a merciless
inquisition
A contest entry
- Best AP Poet Contest by davidbetzer.
1500 points, ended August 2, 2008, 33 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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where joyous chants of envy
once reside --tense change.
You write like a 17 year old. Ahead of your time, but still trapped in adolescence. I won't be to cruel, because if you resolve to continue writing you will be good. Not that you are right now. -
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So you won't be cruel to HER, but you will be to me? -_-
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I was bored of being mean so I let one slip by.
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Nothing like a woman scorned. I loved the words used to show how hurt she was. keep being you dear.
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This write made me think of Princess Di...and the hell she caught...You captured the moment of a spirit....winding down...excellent write darell...
novy
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This is very good i like it!! it pretty much in depth and awesome
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Wow!
Quite descriptive and intense writing! Well done! Very thought provoking.
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Beautiful
I like the feel of this touching write. You did a great job of chosing your words and they revealed your message wonderfully. Pen on fellow poet...
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Very good write here
You have truly penned an excellent write in depth
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