Winters age grows bitter
as snow flakes when they land
no longer is there beauty
just ice across the land
but in your stupidity
how could you understand
For winters age is lustful
ice burning with desire
Deaths minions grow closer
drag you to the mire
as the cold encompasses
with its freezing fire
Fools will look for beauty
in the ice and snow
winters age is lonely nights
this you should well know
don't cry for me in tears of ice
as your future shows
Author notes
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Great fun
A contest entry
- Freedom Rounds by Writing0Freedom.
400 points, ended June 22, 50 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
All feedback welcome especially critical feedback
Comments
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title 3/5
relation to prompt 8/8
spelling\grammar 4/5
personal oppinion 10/20
rythmn 12/12
imagery 7/20
emotion 5/10
Diction 8/10
Originality 6 /10
61/100
I liked the rhythmn and you related to the prompt very well. Also I liked your diction, it was creative and painted a picture.
Thanks for entering!
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