The lightening flashes
In her dark eyes.
She'll hold you to
Your cheats and lies.
She'll bind them
With hate and rage.
Hold them in her heart,
An iron cage.
She dances in fires.
Whilst her body storms.
Oh her sweet agony
To resentment does form.
The furious concoction
Of deciet does know,
The beautiful tragedy
Of her vengeance - and woe.
Author notes
Mmm this poem holds more to it than simply the contest. Enjoy.
A contest entry
- The Rubescent Welts Of Wrath by DayDreamMuse.
1500 points, ended March 25, 2008, 7 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
What do you think?
Comments
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A wonderful portrayel of the prompt! Nice touches of subtelty and wonderful metaphors that paint a very sensual, but still raging painting.
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Thank you very much. I like this poem quite a bit. Thanks for the bronze!!
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I LOVE THIS. You have captured me in the true form when people and things deceive me.....I think that this is a wonderful emotional TRUE picture of feelings devine....
wonderful job!
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omg
this is very captivating
i like the flow and imagery you provided for this piece
"shes dances in fires whilst her body storms'
adored that line
keep up the wonderful work
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