Dry,
Lonely
Thirsty throat
And abandoned
Convenient cash cards
Poured penniless pockets.
Waving weeks of whitened waste
Crave convoluting caps, clean cups
Vogued, vexed, vituperating vocals-
Baffled by bargains and buying bottles.
Author notes
This was painful to write, getting the shape as close to right as possible.
The shape is far from perfect, but the meaning of my words is thereeee!
(I don't even know what this form is called, guilitly. I found it while browsing some National poetry contest sites and looking at previous winners.)
My first EVER time trying to write in form.
Please do critique!
Bottled water is my curse. My, I really can't drink from taps.
So yes, my object is bottled water.
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A contest entry
- Materialistic Rapture!! by RavenTheWhite.
525 points, ended May 29, 9 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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