1. paradigmshiftpc

    paradigmshiftpc New Member

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    A poetic experience

    Discussion in 'Writing Prompts' started by paradigmshiftpc, Apr 8, 2014.

    Poetry about
    poems is redundant. Still,
    simple, beautiful.

    The last line of each poem is the first line of the next. GO!
     
  2. peachalulu

    peachalulu Member Reviewer Contributor

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    Simple, beautiful
    glass jar of honey
    liquid amber
    thankfully, no bugs
    trapped inside
     
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  3. Thomas Kitchen

    Thomas Kitchen Proofreader in the Making Contributor

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    I'm Welsh - and proud!
    Trapped inside
    The Nowhere Room,
    Eating dust and breathing gloom;
    Making sure the
    Madness lives
    Until someone will forgive.
     
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    Until someone will forgive,
    I live in this madness.

    Until I forgive myself,
    Always will I loathe.
     
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    minstrel Leader of the Insquirrelgency Staff Supporter Contributor

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    Always will I loathe
    The insects on the windowsill,
    The bats from the night-caves below,
    The moths that bring the frog to the cold glass,
    The life that abounds in spite of me,
    Whatever reminds me of hell.
     
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    Catrin Lewis Contributor Contributor Community Volunteer

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    Whatever reminds me of hell
    Gives voice to heaven, too:
    Against my sin, its cure I see
    The darkness serves to frame the light
    And death's made slave to life
     

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