Ruined
My bones now prizes for your dark bidding
A blind profit majestically spinning
A web to close my eyes
Liar
I've walked into your traps
I know you're just a dream
I'll play the fool again, you'll see
But soon it comes to an end
Your wings are that of brimstone
All hearts ripped out for you
A lesser god of romance; dead
Heartstrings bent and bruised
You've lead all men astray
And women with many wounds
But this heart, Cupid, you may not touch
Because it's not for you.
A contest entry
- Stupid Cupid by xblakxrosexremainsx.
700 points, ended March 9, 2008, 13 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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amazing!
i loved it,
it involves so many feelings and the description is flawless
the last verse is my favorite. my applaud for you and this great write.
the vocabulary and flow are great. congratulations.
thank you for entrying
wish you the best of lucks.
Casey -
WOW!
I like the way this poem is formed and how it flows. You really are a great poet and you should keep going no matter if someone doesn't like how you write. How that would happen, I don't know. LOL!
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