Prompt Challenge Voting

Please read each poem, then PM me with the poem you want to win.

Voting will remain open until tomorrow night, then I will post the winner. (Saturday night)

Good luck.

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#1
Dark Chocolate Skin

In Winter - you were my Temple, an altar
that diffused incense to benches overcrowded with faith,
where repentance was:
two naked knees knelt down on bare floors,
two hands facing each other with prayers,
and two eyes staring at a cross with a vibrant trust for peace.
Yet within chest, a heart boiled blood through veins
with an ache capable of bringing down
even the strongest of man.

In Spring - you were my Home, the nave
where I heard the 7:00 am bells call out my name,
where I awoke to romanesque windows refracting the sun
into a rainbow. A rainbow of sheer joy encompassed
between aisles and aisles of silence,
And where somewhere in the back,
the smell of dark chocolate milk made me feel lost.
I felt lost like a paper clip scattered in the Sacristy,
with no purpose, other than to held the
bulletin papers in my hands.

In Summer - you became my Soul, the statue
everyone saw passed the road and proudly uttered:
"That's my church."

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#2

I was unamused by the city's blatant
cry for love-
you could see it in blaring lights and
hungover men pretending they
have no cab ride home.

Though, too often I forget where
I came from.
That this city spit me out of its belly
without guidance.
My name was and is Jonah
and I am still writing my book
of prophetic wisdom.

I roamed over valleys, pathways
of trolleys, back alleys, until
my hands shook with despair.
My plaid coat was held together
by paperclips and staples,
my feet clinging to sandpaper
sandles.
I had little to lose.
So I roamed, passing centuries
of knowledge I would not be
asked to engage in.
Finally, I stopped feeling sorrowful
and pounded on every door
that had an address visible.
Every building was shut down
by twilight, except for a church
on Northwood Avenue.

I was already a skeptic, so I
wandered in, a spiritless person
not aware of the spirit in that
dry air.
Incense perfumed the room.
Sweet florals and dark chocolate
graced the air as if this was some
holy garden, or a grail for those
willing to repent.

Dark, stain glass windows
stood valiantly at my side
as I approached the lit altar,
candles adorning its humble
attire.
A simple white cloth hung over
the table, a golden chalice
with jewels seated like
a throne in the middle.

My words were trapped,
though my thoughts whirled
between each crevice of
the building's history,
an antiphon for a chant
that hadn't been practiced
in decades.

And I stayed in that church
until dawn,
sleeping in the back pew,
not hearing an audible voice
but knowing there was once
a mystic presence.

Someone had once
christened this a holy place...
maybe, I am not too late
to be taken from the grasp
of humanity and no longer
be called a

coveter.

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#3
The Unseen

I have never seen a homeless person under a steeple,
asking for help from the all the praying people,
bent out of shape like an angels fashioned from paper clips,
singing hymns of praise with chap-stick on their lips.
I can smell hot chocolate even when it is unseen
Just because it is out of sight it does not mean
That I won't be tasting what I cannot see
but for the grace of God the unseen could be me.

Great poems all! It was a tough choice!

Lol, it's actually a pretty easy pick.

All are very lovely, voted!

Lucero, it's tougher then you think :). Also voted

James, I can see how though. I mean each poem has something interesting yet I think the three are written based on the same prompt. That somehow made it easier for me to choose.

I think everyone has a favorite style though Lucero. What you amd I like are completely different :)

Hmm, at least to me, it isn't about the favorite style. I mean if that was the case, I wouldn't have voted. It's just in this site, no one writes my favorite style of poetry. However, I voted for the poem ...

hehe, what if you voted for the poem I voted? would that mean we have different likes?

I hope more people vote and it's not only us three.

I hope more people vote too. But it's very possible that all three of us voted for the same one. Lol. It's hard to see the different styles when there is only three poems :p

Interesting ;)

It really is interesting saffie, I love your challenges because I believe this push us out of our comfort zone and bring out the best in us :)

It's hard to see the different styles when there is only three poems :p

^^ uhmm lol James, is that a sarcastic comment?