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DepreacherDepreacher Member
edited December 2020 in Submissions / Contests

With The HeartBreaks of 2020 and in the Season of Gifts, HOW MUCH OF A ROSE IS ENOUGH TO BID GOODBYE?


1) One poem submission per poet and non-poets.

2) All poems must be 15 lines each.

3) All poems should be submitted as a comment under this post.

4) All poems should end with the word 'Goodbye'

5) Poem submission ends by 11:45pm today.

Winner will be announced on this post by 10:00am tomorrow.

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  • Our favourite songs have become my forever thorns

    I sing the lyrics through tears that wretch my soul

    Everyday I wake up wishing I died the nigh before

    Every night I go to bed wishing, your love I still own

    My days are filled with nostalgia of our highs and lows

    The warmth of the times we shared on our own

    Every beautiful nonsense is only the former

    Even if we have drifted apart into the waters of the unknown

    I want you more and more even if this maths I cannot further

    Without you I am a wreck left to reckless abandon

    What is left of me is useless , even the forger cannot form

    I'm like wastelands without you

    Even the pain your joy with another causes me leaves me glued

    Looking for a sign, hope, something, a glimmer...

    But now my love, I must say Goodbye.

  • El_MagnificoEl_Magnifico Member
    edited December 2020

    The road to redemption is seeming far,

    Corona has made it even farther,

    For I broke your heart the day I kissed her,

    And your soul was broken even harder.

    Will the waves rise to help me pacify,

    The anger that burns in-between your breasts,

    Shall the sun help me melt and clarify,

    How I would walk through this raging detest.

    But poison rose and walked upon the earth,

    To light up lungs and set throats on fire,

    This wait for redemption was full of fret,

    Engulfed to become ashes on a pyre.

    Redemption now sounds more like a sweet lie,

    For my boo's soul arose to fall unto death,

    Without a chance that I may say goodbye.


    El Magnifico el est Magico!

  • After so much scrutiny carried out by BoomPoetry's team of Judges, results for submissions made by poets for the Monday Picture Theory held on 21st-Dec-2020 is as follows:

    REWORD's score:

    Mechanics: 4/10

    Imagery: 5/10

    Figurative language: 7/10

    El Magnifico's score:

    Mechanics: 5/10

    Imagery: 6/10

    Figurative language: 7/10.


    Making Poet El Magnifico our poet of the week🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉


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    Those who stand in times of test tend to stand the test of time.

  • Wow! I really appreciate.

    Thank you judges! 🙇🏽‍♂🙇🏽‍♂🙇🏽‍♂


    El Magnifico el est Magico!

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