It was an intimate little war
The soldier lay dying in sadness
and the seamstress sang a haunting song
Little things had died in War
And the terror was nomore
A king came to claim his crown
and they adorned him with laurels of peace
He became their diamond monarch
With a special armlett charm
But one day death swung its bloody scythe
And father stood weeping at his grave
We gathered there in dark demise
And life had clipped him like a time bomb
The only thing he left behind
Was ashes and many sad maids
A contest entry
- Prompts AGAIN! (MANY 2 CHOOSE FROM!) by Heroesrox.
550 points, ended January 6, 12 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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Not bad
Other than my being a stickler for detail, this was a great poem. Granted, sometimes parameters can hamper creative outpour. keep writing!
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Awesome usage of two of the prompt...word bank and title! Great job! This was my fave of the titles I chose! Thanks so much for entering my contest and good luck!
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Superb
A very sad; yet poignant write, to which many of us can sadly relate. You expressed your thoughts quite well. Thanks for sharing.
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