Rocky the ruins left by mistrust.
Fallen idols pool toward the abyss.
Nothing remains that resembles bliss.
Emotional terrains enhanced by fear.
Hold-outs trail pain; drizzling defeat
into open pores found walking the beat.
Laudable picnics dressed all in drab
comforting no one, ditching the salve.
An improper burial's what left to have.
Momentary frustrations lap all shores.
Days now impounded; who dares smile?
Nothing linking current ranks to the files.
Escape from said bondage; turn the page.
Enough lethal drainage; raw escapades.
Time now for victory's triumph in spades.
In a list
A contest entry
- A Few Words I'm Sick of Seeing: by Exit-Stage-Right.
1050 points, ended September 15, 2008, 14 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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Very Nice!
I sure would have liked to have been inside your head on this one! It seems to have some tangible connections to societal woes and perhaps some subtle-to-obvious religious overtones as well. But it’s crafted in a purposefully distant voice with just enough cryptic language and mysterious ambiguity that one can’t really say with certainty that he or she’s solved the puzzle! Last comment: the single independent line followed by a rhyming couplet is a novel approach. If there are other such poems out there I have yet to stumble upon them!
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Trust me on this hahaha I am rarely there inside my own head when I write, hahaha, that's why its such fun lol Thanks for the HM lol
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