Breathe, Poets.
Exhaled gases, noxious.
Too true words turn lies.
Prevailed never, conscience
You fail to see allies.
Breathe, Poet, Breathe.
Allies see to fail you
Conscience never prevailed.
Lies turn words true too.
Noxious gases exhaled.
Poets' breathe.
A contest entry
- Poetry Formed LII - by Bear by Arkbear.
1250 points, ended October 12, 10 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Any and all thoughts are welcome
Comments
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this is a beautiful and uncomfortable read, it made me think a while. i love the form, it took a few reads to see it, but while i dont know much about palindromes, this made me want to look them up. very lovely, i like poems about breath.
thank you.
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A quick write with this Form....you have a good handle on your thoughts.......this L here....>>>>
Allies see to fail you
....made me ponder more than thrice.....but I love it......as it works so well with the Tone and brevity of your Poetic Voice -
Very nice.....it does not take a lot of words to make a lot of sense.....nice job,
Bear -
BTW....love the Title -
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I can't match the oher comment, so I'll echo it.
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bra.phucking.vo!
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