Luxurious
Wrapped in the finest of silk,
Dress draping to the floor,
She strides down wealth’s path,
Right into miseries door,
Face of cherry shape,
Lips icy cold,
Eyes the palest grey,
Pain is what they hold,
Sparkling on her finger,
A jewel rare and bright,
She holds it close to her heart,
Throughout the day and night,
People glare in jealousy,
Why her and not me?
But really, they don’t know,
All she wants is to be free,
Luxury has her branded,
In all the pleasant dreams,
Of finding wealth and true love,
It just not all it seems.
Author notes
Prompt: Luxurious
A contest entry
- Semi quicky, reserve a prompt (Added new prompts, a kickoff end) by Meroza.
400 points, ended January 24, 2009, 9 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Your sharing of the sentiment is just marvelous..and very personified as well..love it..and must admit that you have a strong voice..
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This flow is great and the word choice is sublime. I love it! ... Although, I kind of wish I could still be branded.
I've got the misery and pain already, now all I need is the garb.
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Ooh,,,,luv, before I saw the silver, I thought to myself this is one of your best, daughter..The rhyme, flow, and meter is just great, and the message so sad and meaningful....I am so proud of you with this one! Very talented poet!
Mom
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congratulations on the silver
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Brilliant
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Wow ... again I am speechless. Stop that! Lol, I feel so poor in comparison. You truly have a gift. oh three lines from the bottom it should be pleasant rather than pheasant
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This is really quite good. I like the way you used the prompt. Good luck in your contest.
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This is so brilliant!
Good luck in the contest!
<3 Abi
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