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No One Mourns the Wicked · Poetry Minific ·
Organised by Anon Y Mous
Word limit 15–1000
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Cranky/Corpses
Cranky
Here lies an ass.
Cranky his name, and cranky his nature, alas.
Old before he met his Jenny, they never had a youthful roll in the grass.
Still yelled at kids and gave them sass.
Now he’s gone, a lifeless mass.
Now she mourns—his ancient lass.



Corpses
Bloated, stiff
Rotting, moaning, chasing
Love my family, but—
Zombies
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I'm afraid I don't understand this one. The prompt is about nobody mourning, but here, Matilda explicitly does, so... maybe I'm missing something? And then I don't see the connection to the second part. What did zombies have to do with any of that? It's like these are two unrelated poems. If they are, why not make them separate entries? If not, then I guess Matilda has decided to stop mourning because she's afraid he'll become a zombie? Or the second part is from his perspective, and he's turning into one?

Btw, "jenny" wouldn't be capitalized in this sense, though maybe your autocorrect suggested it because it assumed you meant the name?
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I sense a frame challenge. As in you're disagreeing with the the thesis of the prompt. Yes, the wicked are mourned, and here an example. I reject your challenge; no truly wicked person would be mourned.

Also zombies. If this entry is an anthology, it needs more poems.
#3 · 1
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Another line:

Of description or scene-setting or something In that second one, and you could've made the word limit without having to drag MLP characters in at all. :) I quite like the second one, though the first one's gonna weigh the whole thing down on my ballot...

Mike
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And now an eulogy for the Cranky Doodle
Where one might wish a frank refutal
Of deathly themes, but we harp on one key
Of resonant corpses and bitter donkey.