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melting angels scurried
around his head
as if they were
lacing an icy halo
to catch the heat
of harsh city days
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crystals tickled his cheek
and gave him a subtle nip
as they slid along
his jaw line
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he noticed the white
around him
and then the cut out shape
of his own size nines
that he left behind
as he walked
Author notes
prompt: blizzard
In a list
A contest entry
- prompts. by samantha jean.
700 points, ended May 18, 16 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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This was so pretty i LOVE winter. Im telling you, you paint such beautiful pictures with your writes.
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'--
crystals tickled his cheek
and gave him a subtle nip
as they slid along
his jaw line
' --- I love this part. The imagery and flow is amazing in this piece.
I like where you went with my prompt.
Thank you for entering my contest and good luck. -
Nice images here—I especially liked the third section with "and then the cut out shape / of his own size nines / that he left behind / as he walked." I also liked the way the poem drifts like falling snow; it starts with the head, drops to the jaw, and then flutters down to footprints. The way you arranged the short lines was nice, too, and it gave the piece a downward motion.
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BEAUTIFUL
AMAZING OMG, YOUR GIFTED. DON'T LET ANY ONE TELL YOU DIFFERENT.
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oh wow.
simply amazing
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i enjoyed reading your poem and i like how you used the prompt for the contest.
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Very beautiful.
Reminds me of a quote: "Sometimes people walk into your life, and they leave footprints on your heart, and you are never the same."
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Just to let you know, in the description of my contest I asked that everyone request their prompt via comment, and after that reserve.
However, I will give you your prompt here.
Your prompt is a word:
blizzard.
Good luck!
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