I am found in all the worst places,
where angels fear to tread,
I'm denied for the saving of faces,
yet without me love lies dead.
Find me interred by conspiracy,
covered with fading patchwork lies,
disguised by laughing codes of piracy,
so often found in tortured lethargic cries.
Beguiled by confusion and ken,
I am the solution to deception,
the path to consolation and Zen,
a new born hope at conception.
I am basic and upstanding,
a strong integrity in entity,
I am open and commanding,
I have only honesty as identity.
I am truth.
Author notes
Prompy: Verisimilitude: the appearance of truth or reality --- courtesy of host and AWAD
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A contest entry
- November Rounds #3 by CitrineSunrise.
700 points, ended January 12, 11 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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This poem showed a strong and effective use of personification to define the word in its most concrete terms. The rhyming was well done and thoughtful, but I think the pacing would have been more effective if it had been more uniform. The syllable counts varied from stanza to stanza and even within a stanza. In several places the elimination of extraneous words would have been beneficial. Overall, though, this was creative and well written. Thank you for your entry. Peace, Liz
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This is pieced together very well, the flow is concise but still flows smoothly, and the imagery along with the tricky rhyme is wonderful!
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Wonderful!
What an insightful glimpse into all the aspects of truth....so wonderfully worded! This has a great flow- nothing felt forced. I shall have to check out more of your work. Peace- Syah
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nice
i was confused at the beginning this is a neat 'i am' poem... very unique and tasteful
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Jems
this is so true ... i love the last stanza
good luck in the contest
xxx Your angel xxx
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jeez!!
absolutely incredible..my friend there is such power in this piece, honestly it 'feels' like truth.
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