Memories pushing into consciousness
times past when love consumed all guilt
built into lasting smiles
sewn as an intricate lace quilt
dangling on fine wires of anxiousness
charged of woman's staid wiles
tiles telling
footsteps true counts
amounts to past's confluence
Sensing a lady's true ferociousness
yet finding it naught but lime-silt
hilt-edged in bold styles
surrounding flowers without wilt
holding that feminine seriousness
amidst all love's trials
miles spelling
words to pronounce
mounts each poet's influence
gents search for love's superior phrasing
chasing lady's emotion-filled gazing
Author notes
Another attempt at one difficult format. But the contest is ANYTHING! I like those contests too.
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A contest entry
- ENTER ANYTHING. by perfectsunset.
625 points, ended June 9, 57 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - Energy Makes Energy by individuality.
550 points, ended June 29, 16 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - Gold Prewrites Quickie 20 poets by Leance.
400 points, ended July 9, 12 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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The Gold in this one says it all....what an honor to get a Gold from the master himself...been there, I know what it feels like....congratulations
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This is very different. I do apologize but I can honestly say that I am not certain what you are writing about. I am typically able to draw out the metaphors however, I am just not seeing them here. The flow is slightly choppy and I have read this several times for fluidity. If I may ask, your author note says another attempt at a difficult format, what format is this poem?
I do like these lines:
tiles telling
footsteps true counts
amounts to past's confluence
Tiles do tell the footsteps of a woman.
Thank you for entering and best of luck.
Leance
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This is a great "indi" I admire your skill! and yes, I do suppose that it's the ladies or love, that mostly brings poetry from our depths. I am smiling at Ian's referral to the cabbage patch cup, I for one, know the difficulty of composing his form, but doesn't it make us feel proud when it's done.
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she gave you a cabbage patch oner lol how very dare she, i bet the gold winner of that contest was nowhere near as good as this poem
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