Engraved like the birth rights on walls of my womb,
is your scent in my eyes, euphoric perfume permeates
Although my compassion is indebted to your innocence in pictures,
my assurance comes stronger when your melodies invigorate.
All I'm straining to say is that I hate your presence,
but I'm torn by the composure your singing contains.
Innumerable sopranos from the passage of oxygen,
and oft-slighted altos to temper the frames.
I trust that you will imply indiscretion
when coming into my dark corners tonight.
Cover face with washcloth like dust on Hieroglyphics,
and increase the vocality of your harp-strings tight.
I will make an effort to be oblivious to your shape,
and praise you with passage of applaud from my palms.
Your esteem and security will be well attended.
Reborn in the fiction that my destination is your lawn.
So if windows crack and passers-by notice screams,
it will only be results, for the curtain has been elevated.
Mortality becomes as priceless as gambling integrity.
Your image is my nightmare, but your tone, my inspiration.
is your scent in my eyes, euphoric perfume permeates
Although my compassion is indebted to your innocence in pictures,
my assurance comes stronger when your melodies invigorate.
All I'm straining to say is that I hate your presence,
but I'm torn by the composure your singing contains.
Innumerable sopranos from the passage of oxygen,
and oft-slighted altos to temper the frames.
I trust that you will imply indiscretion
when coming into my dark corners tonight.
Cover face with washcloth like dust on Hieroglyphics,
and increase the vocality of your harp-strings tight.
I will make an effort to be oblivious to your shape,
and praise you with passage of applaud from my palms.
Your esteem and security will be well attended.
Reborn in the fiction that my destination is your lawn.
So if windows crack and passers-by notice screams,
it will only be results, for the curtain has been elevated.
Mortality becomes as priceless as gambling integrity.
Your image is my nightmare, but your tone, my inspiration.
Author notes
Used all the words, about someone who loves a woman's singing, but despises her appearance
Word Bank: assurance birth rights composure destination engraved euphoria Hieroglyphics Indebted innocence Innumerable Integrity in-vigor melody mortality oblivious passage passers-by pictures Reborn scent security trust womb walls
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Comments
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"when coming into my dark corners tonight." - I understand the use of "corners" but I feel "corner" would work better. Just an opinion.
A good poem that you have written here.
-Nam
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Good job using the words provided. Seemed to me about some kind of dark-love. Thanks for sharing.
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Elaborate intrigue invites & challenges the reader
Here, one can see the rich use of words, skillfully texted together like a persian carpet.
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when your melodies invigor.>>might be reconsidered as to be read... with your melody's invigor. (an opinion)
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yes, before reading your author's caption i really gathered the sense of what you were describing. again, this is a wonderful write. truly a very skilled one indeed.

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pretty sweet man, I've read a few of your writes, Loving the word-play! You most def have some talent. I'm glad we started battling, I'm feeling your prose!
PEACE!
-B

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I love it.
great job bro.
Love all the whole idea of it.

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