Fleshy curtains fold back to reveal the big show,
a pearly white graveyard assembled in rows.
Resting upon a performance of tearful frowns,
beyond poisoned saliva where happiness drowns.
Buried beneath a heart made of leprechaun gold,
Where young love shall be replenished,
and cynical hatred will grow old.
Follow the shadows where the burning fire is extreme,
You shall find your true self and in turn be redeemed.
To love and be loved is to feel the sun from both sides,
A feeling so powerful that only when two souls are together,
Love lives and divides.
| This was really neat. Very different...I haven't read anything like this before. You did a good job on it. |
|| Posted on 2006-07-19 00:00:00 | by Raindrops | [ Reply to This ] || Hey! I like it, read it twice because the first two lines are ok but I think its a lot of words just say someone opened their eyes, but then again |
this is creative writing. The rest of the poem reads like your casting a spell or an enchantment of love. & thats a good thing.
I look forward to reading more. keep'em comming * The Poor Man's Poet.*
|| Posted on 2006-07-20 00:00:00 | by Bobby K | [ Reply to This ] |