Gaze at how delicately it slides
How gracefully it glides off it's rim
What a sensation
It inked across my skin so smoothly
Dripped off my wrist in calm ripples to the floor
Slowly
And all so savoringly it pours
A crimson puddle of healers paint
My fingertips serve as worthy brushes
And the wall an open canvas
Yet this is shunned by nonbelievers
Unaccepted as an art
So I must shadow my creation
To them
Beauty is a pleasant sight
Gawked at from day to night
But hasn't that been growing old
Or is my beauty much too young?
A contest entry
- Take Me Down by Sle3p.
450 points, ended April 4, 2007, 8 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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Exelent
thats interseting,i love your poem,it was defintly dark thats for sure.it was not to long or to short you did a wonderful job.
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Very Good!
Its really sad, and I love that. I'm extreamly addicted to sad, depressing poems, and this one just filled me up! I loved it!!
Keep writing!
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