Whether damned to hell by contempt,
or forgiven,
allowed into heaven.
Men are an ever wilting violet.
we were born,
the children of poverty
in the midst of your affluence
you take the time
you take the trouble
to mock my tattered rags
and naked babies.
commit one's soul to God.
and let me be.
I am tired of your ill humor,
your jeering compliments
I keep my judgements silent till the end.
time has the greatest influence
Author notes
Option 3 and option 2
Damn
Commit
Heaven
Hell
Compliment
Trouble
Humor
Affluence
Poverty
Forgive
Violet
Contempt
Children
Naked
Influence
Good luck everyone = )
A contest entry
- 3 Literary Choices and Picture by Wandering Woodchuck.
525 points, ended October 9, 2008, 12 entries
Honorable mention
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Comments
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Very powerful. You did a great job on this. Anger and disdain are strongly seen. Thank you for entering the contest.
Great job.
Mike
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Very good
like the message in the poem. Good insight into men. All in all a nicely written poem.
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