When solid steel slopes sideways, becomes beached
on shores of your soul, I steal away hope
that coats your road. No chances can be reached
with this worry you have rode. So you grope
for some slim salvation, something impeached
by sum of fears forcefully fed with rope.
Hangman’s scene as seen by baying crowd,
subtle by the side as they sighed aloud.
Don’t dally in depths of resigned role,
release and roll along with wanton will,
the more falsified faith that fills your bowl,
more I sense these cravings calling; you will fulfil,
and how scents assault this sorrowful soul
in sighs that clog and fill this empty hole,
and the rows that rose to pay their respect
don’t really realise they are my next subject.
Author notes
road, rode
role , roll
rose, rows
scene, seen
steal , steel
side, sighed
some, sum
scents, sense
A Ottava Rima is a poem written in 8-line octives. Each line is of a 10 or 11 syllable count in
the following rhyme:
one octive poem. abababcc
two octive poem. abababcc, dededeff
three octive poem. abababcc, dededeff, ghghghii
...so on and so on
A contest entry
- Double challenge! homophones/alliteration by GotLilt.
900 points, ended May 14, 3 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - Form Poetry by KnightOfTheRose.
700 points, ended October 29, 69 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Honest Critique Requested
Comments
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Very nice. I've heard of this form before but I've never used it. Anyway, Thank you for taking the time to enter. Excellent work and I wish you the best of luck in my contest.
-Steve- -
wow! this is amazing ...what else can I say? just simply amazing
congrats on the silver



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Such a versatile way with this poem! I am amazed at your talent. THANKS!


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Very nice! Thanks for entering. I have to read this again!!


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Flawless...Such flow and rhyme with alliteration perhaps even unitentional...
Amazing job as always, Bro...

Lynda







