the rain that greets this stupid land
is a mend to all my sorrow
yet procrastination to be had
shall curse me in the morrow
my day was spent in pondering---
an epoch of fear and woe,
and all my thoughts went wandering,
no bliss was i to know.
my words, they got the best of me
and cut my mouth like nails,
and crucified my elegy--
a plaintive, lonely tale..
though karma's ingenuity
may brighten all my views,
like the rain, its ambiguity
may rectify my muse.
and my convictions shall expose
the pain he can’t forget.
and I will sing my pretty prose
and curse his silhouette
wet, shall be his clammy hand
and dry shall be thy cheeks
and I shall whistle full and grand,
for weeks and weeks and weeks
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- Ready, Set, Write! by poisonivystar4.
800 points, ended November 6, 25 entries
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This is really well written. I wish I had your natural rhythm that you possess. My favorite lines ' my words, they got the best of me
and cut my mouth like nails,
and crucified my elegy--
a plaintive, lonely tale..'. This is an amazing write poet keep up the great work!
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Thank you for adding the prompt!
Good luck!
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I like the poem (although I had to highlight it to read it), but I need you to add, somewhere on this pate, what prompt inspired it. If you don't I'll be forced to DQ you.
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wow i totally screwed up on the font choice.. my bad
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