Sotto Poet Poet Free verse

By The Streetlamp

Written: July 28, 2025, for contest sponsored by: Nette Onclaud

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Salted lips confect rust melt,
In my mouth hangs mango smoke.
Bread with oil seeps bitter gloom,
citrus spews on copper tongues.
Vanilla beats in the haze,
ash stays like razed molasses.
The lamp spills sweets on your chin,
my thirst croons of gold and grit.

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Howard Kerr August 1, 2025 at 11:33 PM Hi Sotto Heartiest congratulations to you with an epic piece that glistens and glows. Magnificent narrative, imagery and flow. Howard

Kim Rodrigues July 31, 2025 at 5:43 AM Quite an interesting write. There is anguish by the streetlamp. Each line has fantastic imagery, Lasaad!

Paige Hind July 29, 2025 at 9:26 PM Haunting. Love this.

Jennifer Proxenos July 29, 2025 at 11:49 AM Lassad your play of words is phenomenal and in this particular poem your talent shines like a bright shining star. Good luck in the contest and be well always dear friend. BlESSINGS, Jennifer.

sara Etgen-Baker July 28, 2025 at 5:20 PM Outstanding use of different words that denote sense of taste. Masterfully done; best wishes with the contest. Hope you have a pleasant evening, Sara

Anne-Lise Andresen July 28, 2025 at 11:35 AM - I think yours is perfect for this contest, Las ... you really have the "taste" for this theme ... wonderfully written :) - Winning poem without a doubt :) - hugs

Jay Narain July 28, 2025 at 10:09 AM Nice poem. Lamp will like all the metaphors.