His butter-rum voice stilled
in deep slumber; whiskey
eyes closed dreaming of
three nude flowers.
Fair of skin their beauty
tantalizing; weaken
from each moment upon
soft petals pink.
Absolute, rich, liquid
fire covered his stem.
Vengeance has no passion
greater; thrice plucked
sweet roses of
luscious ardency.
Admired, explosion; this
storm caught within
the tempest of lust.
Roses have thorns pricking
each heart of love.
Sated incarceration
vengeance of life’s course
speared passions honey
sweet core; three times!
Ponderous moments passed
burnt whisky eyes half-mask
his deep sensual words
requested once more!
Author notes
I have review Penman and Sunyata they both left me in awe, and loves each of there metaphoric ability to pull the reader into the poetic read, they have written. ..............novy
A contest entry
- PICTURE INSPIRED by Arkbear.
300 points, ended June 28, 2007, 25 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
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This is a very pretty piece with some delightful imagery ... congrats on the bronze! x
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An Absolute Gem Novy ~
Such elegance within this write....
.....and certain details which you displayed are exquisite ~
You have proven to be a Poet of
deserving recognition with this write ~
The best to you Hun ~
Bear ~
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I love the picture..but your work has outclassed it!! wow this is absolutely beautiful..provocative and sensual. Great word selection..Love it!
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My God
I really don't know what to say
The words are so soft and lovely, the adjectives are profound and the imagery is so prolifically done. I adore the words in this poem so much. Each line melts in with the next in this wonderful, warm feeling of poetry. You took the image and wrote wonders, a true masterpiece.
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Excellent
Oh my you truly took this picture into such a wonderful direction. A passage full of energy and great visions. Good luck in the contest.
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