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pretending to want
then refusing
there's pumpkin
puree on his chin
his plastic rattle
and novelty teeth
clacking on the tray
with a din
still toothless
demon
piercing the air
with his shrieks
how long until
this little crimson faced
imp
finally sleeps?
the others
are out
in their costumes
trick-or-treating
while
I'm alone with
this fussy one
and his seething
I know he'll be older
one of these days
and have fun with the others
with their mischievous plays
but that's 'one of these days'
right now I can't help wonder
how to kill a baby?
let me just count the ways...
I could grab
that near skillet
and dash out his brains
but for something like that
I'd probably hang
perhaps something more subtle
come on think... think...
no, wait that's it!
I just need a drink!
then refusing
there's pumpkin
puree on his chin
his plastic rattle
and novelty teeth
clacking on the tray
with a din
still toothless
demon
piercing the air
with his shrieks
how long until
this little crimson faced
imp
finally sleeps?
the others
are out
in their costumes
trick-or-treating
while
I'm alone with
this fussy one
and his seething
I know he'll be older
one of these days
and have fun with the others
with their mischievous plays
but that's 'one of these days'
right now I can't help wonder
how to kill a baby?
let me just count the ways...
I could grab
that near skillet
and dash out his brains
but for something like that
I'd probably hang
perhaps something more subtle
come on think... think...
no, wait that's it!
I just need a drink!
Literature
Nocte
Hiding from the beast,
From tree to tree,
Running in the dark,
I tell myself such things,
Slow- so it won't find you,
Breath.
These fires have scorched far and wide,
Leaving the scent of my former cinders to linger in my head,
Like some bad bender,
Warped memories encircling grey,
The ground is made of shattered glass,
Broken dreams.
No lilies remain,
To any kingdom I run,
In mirrors of liquid glass,
Surrealist battles are won,
And like fear,
The spider crawled from my mouth.
They are sedating everything,
Brush pixilated,
Focus changing,
Leaving me to run in the dark,
Caught in the eye of the storm,
Hiding in the calm.
Literature
The Wanderer
There was only the sun, and the thirst. For a while it hadn't been so bad, more of a nagging sensation than anything else but as the miles passed and one by the one the others who'd followed in the dark skinned woman's wake collapsed it had changed. From a quiet nagging it grew to be all consuming; blotting out everything else. Now there was just it and the ever more irregular rhythm of her steps as one followed the other, each one harder than the last. But still she staggered onwards beneath the sun's heat, following the woman who'd set out so boldly who knew how long ago. As others gave up and collapsed, never to move again, she carried on,
Literature
The nightingale
Woke before the morning sun,
I found it tucked beneath the hill.
I'll be the watcher (watcher) of the eternal flame.
I'll be the guard dog of all your fever dreams.
Give me some rope I'm coming loose, I'm hanging on you
Give me some rope I'm coming loose, I'm pulling for you now
You said in time the pain would pass
Looks like the end is here at last
A warning to the prophet, the liar, the honest
This is war
Well, look down yonder, Gabriel
Put your feet on the land and sea
But Gabriel, don't you blow your trumpet
Until you hear from me
Raise your flag; Let your voice be heard
Put your heart into every word you say
Where we tent for o
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The first thing I noticed about this poem is that you are using the whole "free-verse poetic template" too stringently. It is OK to have a line of your poem written out longer so your line breaks don't chop the poem into non-sequitur like pieces.
Example:
"pretending to want
then refusing
there's pumpkin
puree on his chin"
Unless you really wanted me (an average reader) to cogitate on the word "pumpkin" (pause there), you would do better to write it out like this:
pretending to want
then refusing
there's pumpkin puree on his chin
That is a totally acceptable deviation from the shortened lines you often see in free verse poetry. There is no set limit to how many characters you can have on one line to make it more "poetic"...but you do have to keep one full idea whole; as chopping it up becomes two ideas that don't make immediate sense.
Again:
"the others
are out
in their costumes
trick-or-treating"
The others are out
in their costumers
trick or treating
OR
the others are out in their costumes trick or treating.
Last thing I'll say about this is a caution against eschewing all punctuation---at least on this poem. When I don't use any punctuation, I usually am writing a short poem where the formation of the template and line breaks makes them redundant. Most poets using free verse get very perplexed about how to punctuate their poem, and many using this type of template that you've emulated get rid of it altogether in the idea that it makes it more "modern" and "free".
For the novice poet, it's an easily corrected mistake. For the seasoned poet, it's just lazy.
Of course poetry has its own punctuational rules, and they are normally up to the composer of the poem, but I truly feel your poem would benefit from some careful editing and punctuation.
Good luck with the contest!
Example:
"pretending to want
then refusing
there's pumpkin
puree on his chin"
Unless you really wanted me (an average reader) to cogitate on the word "pumpkin" (pause there), you would do better to write it out like this:
pretending to want
then refusing
there's pumpkin puree on his chin
That is a totally acceptable deviation from the shortened lines you often see in free verse poetry. There is no set limit to how many characters you can have on one line to make it more "poetic"...but you do have to keep one full idea whole; as chopping it up becomes two ideas that don't make immediate sense.
Again:
"the others
are out
in their costumes
trick-or-treating"
The others are out
in their costumers
trick or treating
OR
the others are out in their costumes trick or treating.
Last thing I'll say about this is a caution against eschewing all punctuation---at least on this poem. When I don't use any punctuation, I usually am writing a short poem where the formation of the template and line breaks makes them redundant. Most poets using free verse get very perplexed about how to punctuate their poem, and many using this type of template that you've emulated get rid of it altogether in the idea that it makes it more "modern" and "free".
For the novice poet, it's an easily corrected mistake. For the seasoned poet, it's just lazy.
Of course poetry has its own punctuational rules, and they are normally up to the composer of the poem, but I truly feel your poem would benefit from some careful editing and punctuation.
Good luck with the contest!