Poetic Form: Prose Poetry
Pen Something to this Prompt Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Sotto Poet
Entry Submitted: 2025 November 03
Contest Judged: 2025 November 16
Contest Placement: 1st Place :
We oppose mediocrity, not an anecdote for souls, but forged they’d be in the furnace, a burning coal. It breaks up the mundane, a bolt of lightning flash, aspiring to be heaven’s host, waking from the ash. We’re not just transcribing, etching a fading script, but artists of the abandoned, by firelight dipped. We explore the remnants where society lies low, where shadows are cast and worn currents flow. With a rebellious stroke, we embrace the divine, from the false facades, a truth-telling we assign. We toss aside the nutrition that dulls the soul’s fire, and build soaring meditations, climbing ever higher. Our ink is not just black, but stars’ scattered light, a testament to spirit, tenacious through the night. Against the corrosion, a steadfast, gleaming beam, the poet’s defiant quill, chasing the endless dream.
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