Carve your own face, set in stone.
Fingers steady upon a marble throne.
The goddess awaits her nightly clown.
Pleasures awaits her domain.
Measures of perfection sown.
Higher lighting, beauty highly sought.
In the wake of her forever, sudden glow.
The words I spoke, softly cantered her.
Her eyes I crafty sculpted in her image.
She came alive through the tribunes, of her ever glowing heart.
Only to escape me now.
only by her do I tremble, by her every woe.
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Carve your own destiny"
Credit: MichealO
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I like its start and your use of rhyme.
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Well, first thing I think Is that you didnt follow the one rule i had. MAKE SURE I COULD READ IT, Adios
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Why didn't you just say BG?? LOL -
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Who do you think you are talking that crap to me. do you think you are some master poet? you need to look at yourself in the mirror!! -
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I am the contest holder, the one rule I had was make sure I could read it without straining my eyes.
Your Gold font on a Gold background is not conductive to that.
Master hardly, but I do try to follow direction.
Talking to you in what way? I was not rude, you on the other hand are rude.
I could have removed you without word at all like most do, and then you could have got all upset that I thought your poem totally sucked by not saying anything.
Get a grip.
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WOW.. not sure what I want to say... great imagery, and you have a way to seduce with your words.. Keep penning for you have the talent.. thanks for allowing me to read this..
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a good poem, i have seen this picture before in an earlier comment as one of my friends entered the same contest. i like your take on it, good luck in the contest, i hope you win.
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