In my chest I held a flame
cuddled behind panes of glass.
There, caged in my metal frame,
stood the shy little lass.
Cuddled behind panes of glass
her reflection shone on the walls.
There, caged in my metal frame,
her flickering gently calls.
Her reflection shone on the walls,
warm hues painting her face.
Her flickering gently calls,
tenderly filling the space.
Warm hues painting her face
gleam brightly on the gold.
Tenderly filling the space,
pushing out the cold.
Gleam brightly on the gold,
there caged in my metal frame;
pushing out the cold-
in my chest I held a flame.
Author notes
Sorry teach, my dragon ate my homework.
Not really...I guess it's here. I was actually working on writing a poem for class, but I have the hardest time picking subjects. (fancy that) I chose number 94, about talking inanimate objects. This poem is also a pantoum, thus explaining the repeated lines and general structure. I'll be lazy and have you look it up if you're curious about how to make one. (I believe this is my first attack at a pantoum, too...)
A contest entry
- Hearts of Many Have to See Your Imangination! Come Enter Here to Show Us!!! by LadyOfFate.
400 points, ended March 13, 2009, 23 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
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seems more descriptive then talking. thank you for entering, it is pretty.
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You're welcome.
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Thanks for the lovely comments! It really was a challenge, but a lot of fun, too.
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I might have to try this out myself. Very well written and nice form.
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I really like how this piece is structured. Once again I'm not familiar with this style but I grasp the concept.
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