The emerald glint of suffrage molds slowly into shade
gone long past are tales of glory
written now a different story
as the pen resplendant cuts finer than the blade!
Belief is nothing within oneself if all around deny
withstand and hold her head above
hoping that she retains his love
all she can ask is that he let her try.
A contest entry
- she was a goddess once.. by JinSays.
1103 points, ended November 11, 12 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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nice Kevin. very nice. soft and beautiful. Thank you darling, love,
jin -
Loved the "idle" play on words (that was intentional, was it not?)
Rhyme was natural and enhanced the flow of the piece. Choice words and a gentle narrative strung along with imagery. Beautiful!
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thank you for the kind words i try like many others and yes all words used are intentional
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