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« on: July 26, 2008, 05:03:56 am » |
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Assuming the last poetry challenge was too difficult I've come up with something easier for Summer, as it's far too hot to think of anything clever!  So ... with that in mind... if you want to, or if you can be bothered... write a poem in any style you like on the subject of... HEAT. 
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Life is like liquorice... it takes ALLSORTS!
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« Reply #1 on: July 26, 2008, 05:11:31 am » |
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So this post doesn't get lonely here's a poem to start you off should you choose to accept the challenge. Heat
The temperature soared as the hottest night turned into humid day. The whispering fan offered no release and thoughts drifted astray. Her soft fingers trailed across damp skin, the heat too much to bear, their bodies aflame from inside out, the heat began to wear, as a bead of sweat rolled down her neck, his mouth kissed it away. The temperature soared as the hottest night turned into humid day...
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Donald J. Lester
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« Reply #2 on: July 26, 2008, 11:02:07 am » |
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Heat's Shadow
In the mist of evening's fall, as the sun embraces angels' goodbye; while the moon embraces halls' of passion. The heat of day transforms the heart's enzymes to linger, on soft and enticing secrets in tender lair, in the sanctuary of passion; where beauty bestows submission, like an open flower, releasing its' fragrance; mingling with the senses, enthralling nerve endings of touch... engulfed in hotness becoming one until the cool touch of daybreak whisks nakedness, with its nerveless whisper, blending yesterdays into tomorrows... where hearts are united into the ebb and flow of life... The heat, the cool fragrance, of an angel's kiss....
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Rena Hands
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« Reply #3 on: January 09, 2009, 01:16:50 am » |
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Purple, that’s/this is some sensual and most verbally arousing post. Curious, why did you bold the whole poem? Does it serve to emphasize? And if so, what does it emphasize?
Don, are the following to be possessives…
In the mist of evening’s fall, OR…In the mist of evenings’ fall, (?)
…angels’ goodbye OR…angel’s goodbye; (?)
…embraces halls’ of passion. (?)
I think it should be…releasing (its) fragrance;
I think it should be…with (its) nerveless whisper,
Again, is this a possessive…of an angel’s(angels’) kiss (?)
You certainly have a way with poetic terminology. The imagery was marvelous.
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« Reply #4 on: January 09, 2009, 10:46:56 pm » |
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smile...yes i sometimes don't check that closely... will make some changes..
welcome back
Don~
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