Cannibalistic urges antagonized
by the shedding of old skin;
becoming regenerated
anew basking in pleasure of
pure.
The Forget-Me-Not
blossoms ever-more;
reminding of
synergistic balance,
obtained through
discovered perfection.
Grow deaf to
the jester's cackle,
it serves no purpose
other than distraction
of reason.
Yet, hear me now.
Disdain disintegrates
through concordant
rapture made
by cherub's call
to dance enlightened
amongst Elysium fields.
Author notes
The complicated loop of life. POY contest.
A contest entry
- Poem of the Year - POY - by Bear by Arkbear.
12500 points, ended January 1, 41 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
What did you think
Comments
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Beautiful language and images.
"becoming regenerated anew" I think you only need the middle word. I would also consult a thesaurus for a word with more fluidity. I only say this because the rest of the poem deserves it.
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Congrats!
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Very interesting poetry, wide choice of vocabulary, the theme well followed through
Good stuff
Jeff
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Hello ~
Your 1st S* set the Tone and kept it going.....very nice
I have nothing to suggest or critique here.....this is near perfection in mine eyes.....simple, yet, strong and empowering in thought....truly a write to ponder....good luck and God bless....you have just knocked someone else out of my top list.....Nice job!
Bear ~
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Hi, and welcome to the POY
Not many points from me on theme, sadly, but you'll be getting virtually full-marks for your amazing command of the English language, as well as your lovely imagery and metaphors. Excellent twist on a somewhat-common subject. Good luck!
Laura
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Hi there and welcome to the POY I loved this poem on so many levels not an uncommon theme but non the less well written I enjoyed the read. Remember no editing once a judge has commented.
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Aloha and welcome to POY!
This is well penned! the theme is not as unique as we like...but...you have used wonderful imagery and
metaphors..This will score high in my book!
Best wishes in the contest and always!
Write on!
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lovley lovley lovley
Yet, hear me now.
Disdain disintegrates
through concordant
rapture made
by cherub's call
to dance enlightened
amongst fields of
Elysium.
oh I want to dance
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I think you are right about the jester's cackle. That really stands out for me. I like the "here" me now which gives me a sense of to 'hear in the now' the bid to an enlightened dance.
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great title...
is it that we keep searching for something we cannot find? others may jeer at our need to look beyond ourselves, to look through past pain and listen for that voice when it calls, changing us once again... and the cycle continues.
the dpeth of your writing is enchanting.
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we tend to devour our own soul
when we lose the thin skin of comfort love can offer,
memories go on blooming, emitting sweet scents denied, to us, the chuckle of scorn dances in a raspy syncopation in our ears, tormenting us for our losses, but always ever just around the corner somewhere close by, another dream awaits, eager and innocent, to be claimed and held, and ravished in
newfound bliss. Excellent write~~~Artis
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Kick butt dude
Grow deaf to
the jester's cackle
it serves no purpose
other than distraction.
I love that stanza. Well written bro
Find yourself a freakin PW contest
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