Stripped, and sprawled on a sanguine stage, Displayed in pools of rotting blood. I dreaded his return, and winced at the plodding of approaching foot steps, With hidden hands, and a skillful glance, He began undressing my naked flesh, and undoing the fouling sutures of my past wounded futures, Strangely, and sickly, it felt like he cared, So..in mesmerized trance..I just stared, The truth is..even my trembling fears were scared, That handsome beast sang...like a possessed nightingale, and held me in an evil glare, Peeling back my pain while exposing my shame, Caressing me tenderly, and stroking my shrivelled tattered heart, He began plucking the last falling leaves of my shattered hopes, and deathly dying dreams, His tantalizing melodies were killing me, and ripping me apart, Bleeding my festering remains as he enjoyed his diabolical rhythmic, rhyming games, I thought I knew him..and even hoped..that it was love.
A contest entry
- Almost 200 Prompts! by KelsiEvermore.
2100 points, ended May 2, 47 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
What did you think ? please bear in mind that i'm not a poet though i am willing to learn and appreciate constructive criticism.Thanks.
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Wow! This is tremendous! Your mastery of description is magnificent!
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Thanks dear
This is a strange piece about two different men.
One i dated 4 two years,he just used me as a sex object,the other..hmm,neva mind.
Tc.
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OH MY .
THIS IS A COMPLETE MASTERPIECE OF POWER EMOTION AND IMAGERY
SERIOUSLY NICE WRITE
THANKS
T
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Very dark! Full of pain and suffering.
He began plucking the last falling leaves of my shattered hopes, and deathly dying dreams
This line stuck out the most to me,great imagery here! Well done!
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My favorite part:
His tantalizing melodies were killing me, and ripping me apart, Bleeding my festering remains as he enjoyed his diabolical rhythmic, rhyming games, I thought I knew him..and even hoped..that it was love.
Nice job on this. Thanks for entering, and good luck!
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you are a poet ! this piece is powerful, sometimes love is a pain tho its not meant to be,when its shared in equal proportion the pain goes away. love cures all but being ..in love.. one way.. now thats pain
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