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Written on December 31, 2023

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War of the Soul

Pride jumped into a frightening battle, Too selfish, this war was never settled, Almost so dark, felt like stars would rattle. Inside, pride’s heart and spirit were mettled. Pride rejected kindness and charity, She listened to the dark world of conceit, While I avoided her sincerity, Knowing her dark vengeance was bittersweet. Refusing to heed soul’s humility, Pride, she’d surely bleed the murkiest grief, Battling in a war called futility, Pride will get you nowhere, that’s my belief!
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La France Avatar
January 12, 2024 at 1:32 PM
Gina, wonderfully penned, I love your choice of themes and for this example of the form required in your contest, a FAV, blessings, Constance
Dietrich Avatar
January 10, 2024 at 3:28 PM
Hi Gina. This is such a great example of personification. I like your contest and your model for us here
Poteet Avatar
January 9, 2024 at 4:59 AM
Right on, Regina. Pride was Lucifer the angel's problem and we all know he got kicked out of heaven. You have written it well. Bittersweet is the operative word - pride honors oneself rather than our Creator.
Kauffman Avatar
January 8, 2024 at 11:18 AM
Truly, pride blinds and cripples us, Gina! And I love your metaphor about the battle between pride and humility. Amen! "Pride will get you nowhere!" Blessings of health and happiness to you in 2024, dear friend!
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December 31, 2023 at 3:43 AM
Your poem beautifully captures the internal struggle of pride, portraying it as a fierce and unrelenting force engaged in a battle that remains unresolved. The vivid language paints a picture of darkness and conflict, as pride clashes with humility and rejects the virtues of kindness and charity.
Swan Avatar
December 31, 2023 at 3:30 AM
I have not read many poems about pride. I think you are right, that pride listens to conceit and self, and is often in a futile battle. These words stand out to me for making imagery: battle, dark, war, conceit, bleed, grief. It is a challenging mirror to look into.
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