Unrequited Eden
You can't always get what you want
Innocence lost yet lovely still
What more can be said?
Full of youth and yet so wary
Living an age not her own
No explanations given her
No hope to find
An enigma she is of sweet and sour
A dangerous and sullied angel
It's a style all her own
And yet the fabric is forced upon her by others
A forbidden fruit that I long to taste
Tree of life unyielding
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This morning I received denials on two of my poems because they are not 100 words. But they are my words and they just happen to be under some strange 100 restraint. Short form poetry is a vital piece of the artist realm. If 100 words is the limit, magnificent poets like Emily Dickinson, Langston Hughes, Robert Frost, Wm Shakespeare, Gyles Brandeth, and Walt Whitman would be denied publication repeatedly on your site. Invictus is only 103 words. It is that close to being lost in your arbitrary limit setting for poetry.
I understand having a limit in any form but poetry. However the idea that you must submit 100 words is just plain wrong.
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j.d. davis
Seeker. Thinker. Melancholy. Conflicted believer. Evolving human. Bipolar being. And sometimes I use bad words.
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