Sobran2005-06-18 21:14:56
Caress the sin beneath the night
While lovers wrestle for passion's plight
And darkness casts her hair aflight
Where Aries becomes Gemini
The moon overhead casts her hands
To caress the mane of the younger man
She kisses his brow and condemns him to life
"One more years," he thinks for his plight
Prophecy unwinds her gown on her bed
Rests her chest against a pillow's spread
While the lovers touch and turn the tide
One more moment before they collide
Fate weaves the tapestry from his nails
While Destiny rips it apart from its sails
And all is gone in the coming morn
Save for the lovers that lay torn
And I the laughter upon your lips
And you, my silent retrospect
Though still we move to this unheard drum
Like saviors and martyrs of the forgotten young
"Keep moving," you say with your breath hushed
Your eyes closed and awaiting the crush
Like a tidal wave moving too fast, too soon
Shredding the earth apart like a mansoon
This hurricane, this tempest we dance within
Yes, my angel, this splendid sin
So delicious, so intoxicating to the touch
"But believe me," you whisper as you submerge the brush
My artist, my creator of the oil's finery
That is where, one day, you may fine me.
Beneath the earth and beneath the sea.
While lovers wrestle for passion's plight
And darkness casts her hair aflight
Where Aries becomes Gemini
The moon overhead casts her hands
To caress the mane of the younger man
She kisses his brow and condemns him to life
"One more years," he thinks for his plight
Prophecy unwinds her gown on her bed
Rests her chest against a pillow's spread
While the lovers touch and turn the tide
One more moment before they collide
Fate weaves the tapestry from his nails
While Destiny rips it apart from its sails
And all is gone in the coming morn
Save for the lovers that lay torn
And I the laughter upon your lips
And you, my silent retrospect
Though still we move to this unheard drum
Like saviors and martyrs of the forgotten young
"Keep moving," you say with your breath hushed
Your eyes closed and awaiting the crush
Like a tidal wave moving too fast, too soon
Shredding the earth apart like a mansoon
This hurricane, this tempest we dance within
Yes, my angel, this splendid sin
So delicious, so intoxicating to the touch
"But believe me," you whisper as you submerge the brush
My artist, my creator of the oil's finery
That is where, one day, you may fine me.
Beneath the earth and beneath the sea.
Aym2005-06-18 21:16:19
I don't usually like poetry unless it is dedicated to me, but I liked that one very much. Well done!
Trasse2005-06-18 21:28:51
Oooooh, I think it's spiffylicious.
Erion2005-06-18 23:18:12
QUOTE(Trasse @ Jun 18 2005, 05:28 PM)
Oooooh, I think it's spiffylicious.
141154
It's like, friggin' delicious, not spiffylicious.
Trasse2005-06-19 03:36:57
Friggilicious?
Unknown2005-06-20 17:04:49
Well done. It has a very "prophetic" feel to it, as if you're describing the happenings of the future in a past-tense or past point of view. I like how you created a depiction of sin being "delicious". Your metaphors are outstanding.
Erion2005-06-20 19:28:47
QUOTE(Marina_Whytetower @ Jun 20 2005, 01:04 PM)
Well done. It has a very "prophetic" feel to it, as if you're describing the happenings of the future in a past-tense or past point of view. I like how you created a depiction of sin being "delicious". Your metaphors are outstanding.
142034
Agreed. Delicious.
Crylia2005-06-20 23:13:28
Wow. That is really good. If you're an amateur, that is damn good, I have to say. I really like the parts where you described them doing things for some reason, like "Prophecy unwinds her gown on her bed" and "Fate weaves the tapestry from his nails". Very strong in the poetic sense (though it is a poem, right? ). There are some poems out there that seem a little too much on the realistic and blunt side, and don't produce dream-like images in the reader's mind...
..Anyway, yea, awesome job! Keep up the great work
..Anyway, yea, awesome job! Keep up the great work