I rage against
The distance meant
To keep me pent
With this lament
I close my eyes
As in bed I lie
And my heart denies
These cruel goodbyes
My vision blurred
At words unheard
This act inferred
Thoughts so absurd
Unspoken words are etched
In arms outstretched
Unspoken words are etched
In a heart outstretched
A contest entry
- [out of reach but always in my eye-line now] by sharptooth.
570 points, ended August 22, 11 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Screw the contest great work
Great write bro
! These are ruff times for both of us and poetry is the fruit of our twisted labors I suppose. Yeah sharp is right it is not free verse, pro's and rhythmic devices are rampant... but it is f'ing poetry after all, so I'm ok with that. Ironically the only advice beyond that I could give is that the last stanza breaks from the rest of the poems verse length in syllable per line. But meh, splitting hairs really, great piece bro. As always you continue to improve 
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Always your friend,
Crimson Poet
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the contest rules said specifically freeverse/prose, and while it's cool where you took the prompt, i do have to adhere to/enforce my own contest rules.
so if you have any freeverse/prose for the prompt, you're more than welcome to enter it.
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