Ophelia floated in the Seine,
So as I drift in this cool lake.
She knew, as I, that this deep ache
Was one that only Death could slake!
Her story's not unlike my own,
A love once mutual, now lost.
A heart can only be so tossed...
Before the soul must pay the cost!
It won't be long now. I grow tired.
You think he'll miss the love he had?
Tell me, do you think I'm mad
To die among the lily pads?
A contest entry
- Pic Prompt: FANTASY & DARK Part I by The Moonchild.
600 points, ended July 13, 10 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
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You were supposed to choose a pic as your prompt. However, I do like the last line of your poem, it sums it up well and sounds beautiful.
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Um, I did choose a picture. It is shown with the poem. Am I missing something?
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Interesting
I love the last stanza. Thanks for the thoughts and words!
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this is a great poem. absolutely enjoyed it. the rhyme incorporated within is awesome along with the terms used and the concept is stunning. i love the ideas conveyed, they are great. overall superb composition!
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Wow!
This is a wonderful poem - such a powerful write! Such connectedness and imagery...
I'm in awe!
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bitter sweet...bitter in its theme but sweet in its executions. your diction is nicely chosen and the structure of the put is well formed. nicely penned.
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A beautiful write. Slake is a new word for me. Nice.
"It won't be long know" Should it be now? Good luck in the contest.
Kelli
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Thank you and thank you for pointing out the typo.
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