I think of you, and words themselves undo;
My tongue joins minion to my quavering mouth,
My heart boils loudly, and pleads death for you -
My blood flows liquid, coursing north and south.
I try to portray you fairly, and fail;
My words sink down, worn heavy with their art.
My rootless detestation brings a gale,
And stems from deepest loathing in my heart.
Such thoughts are loathe for me to think about;
You pull me to your level with each glance.
I try and aim to draw my true self out,
But Nature sins, and kills the very chance.
No undue hatred comes from living so -
I leave with this, and let my hatred go.
Author notes
this could go under the category of: reasons you shouldn't write when you are angry and creative.
A contest entry
- can you write a sonnet? by rexi and eso.
400 points, ended April 2, 2007, 4 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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O very cool!!
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about the form: line 5 is one sylable over (take out the last 'I' and i think it'll work fine) otherwise great meter
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