Regel Posted November 27, 2003 Report Posted November 27, 2003 Defeat is a chalice I have drunk from far too often. It burns my lips and scorns my mouth. Etches my throat and rests uneasy in my stomach. It’s a hangover to be avoided, whatever the cost. It found me first when I was a young boy. It taught me the taste of copper. It visits me in my dreams. It calls me by name and taunts me. But I fought back Locked eyes with that demon Dodge him when I could Out foxed him and ran like hell. How many terrible chances Have I taken? Risking everything Just to avoid winning that prize.
Mira Posted November 27, 2003 Report Posted November 27, 2003 But yet, without feeling the bitter agony of defeat, we may never know the saccharine like taste of triumph.
Yuki Kokoro Posted November 27, 2003 Report Posted November 27, 2003 (edited) "Risking everything Just to avoid winning that prize" This is an important realization and very well expressed; by running away from defeat you miss the chance at success (just as Mira said). Everyone suffers from defeat, and it always looks so much worse in your eyes than in the eyes of others. Very nice poem; I enjoyed it. Edited November 27, 2003 by Yuki Kokoro
DoomGaze Posted November 27, 2003 Report Posted November 27, 2003 beautiful poem Regel, i love how you made the poem flow so nicely, the imagery is nice as well i love the first 2 lines, i dont know why, but i just do... hehe i guess its the way you put it. again beautifully written, i would love to see some more of your works.... keep writing!
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