Tonight will attend
three ceremonies dangerous,
love between men,
smoking marijuana,
and write poems.
Tomorrow will be lifted,
after the mid-day,
have broken lips,
dry red eyes,
paper and other enemy.
It hurts to have kissed the lips of both,
to burn the eyes, burning cigarette butts,
and cursing this poem, does not express my weepings.
A contest entry
- Allegory. by Aedara-Wren.
700 points, ended April 2, 9 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Hopefully waiting for your precious comments
Comments
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Interesting poem and very effective use of language. I have to admit some uncertainty as to which bits were allegorical and what the meaning is but that may be my own issue rather than that of the poem. good luck in the contest.
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