Deep long gazes through piercing cerulean eyes,
how quickly they flare into claret coals,
two orbs that can squint a spell,
making any doubts vanish,
all her concerns that brew under auburn hair
in memories she tries to forget.
Yet, inside desire burns its flame to believe,
once to truly fine pristine lips of purity
whose words aren't filled with spiders
that creep into her ability to trust
with so many reasons to question if what is said is true.
Still, inside she knows there is no way to remain
this creature languishing in a shadowy abyss of uncertainty,
somehow finding the peace to conjure a willingness,
for submitting her heart
unto a chance to be vulnerable and naked
before the arms of a possible prince
offering such vows of love.
Next time she surely will take the risk,
while leaning against the pillar
who earlier was the last man
seeking to explore her lurid lairs of passion.
So hard when you a witch
to restrain your power
if you think the voice flows in false affections.
One sigh of resolve to not give up seeking romance
and stop adding to her collection of stony suitors.
A contest entry
- PIF Pic prompt :Because I feel the need for another contest by Rclane.
475 points, ended September 7, 2008, 11 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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nicely penned for the prompt . . liked "desire burns its flame to believe" and "seeking to explore her lurid lairs of passion" . . good luck in the contest
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Gosh bro, this is amazing. But ofcourse it is, you wrote it hehe Best of luck dear friend.
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OH! Thank you for such a well penned work. I can see that this contest will be a chore to judge. Luck to you here.
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