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Precious Death

He spoke a thousand words of poetry
Whispers of a love, oh precious blow
She clutched them to her fading memory
The sweetest blade of pain had cut her so

Yellowed, like the corpse of passing time
Her heart, alone, abandoned, beating still
His words, a cherished poison steeped in rhyme
Forgetting ne'er the warmth of hidden chill

I am sickened unto death, behold her now
Decaying to the endless march of years
Sagging shoulders born by furrowed brow
Hollow eyes glazed o'er by frozen tears

Princes never rescue broken hearts
And oft the Reaper brings the only ease
Love so often rips the soul apart
And festers in the wound, a sweet disease

And so I watch her drift into the mist
An existence evanescent to the end
Clutching to her breast a treasured kiss
Forever shall mendacious love transcend

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  • Sarin Darktree
    June 14

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    Your work is fasinating and powerful.I loved this piece and I can not wait till I can read more of your poems


  • EsotericCure
    June 5
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    forgot this =)


  • EsotericCure
    June 5

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    Moving

    I do enjoy your poetry, so much. It's the truth, unfortunately men seem to weave professions of love before ever knowing if that's the true emotion that they feel, though not only men do it. Because of that, many are hurt, and it doesn't seem right that to make yourself happy, generally someone else is in pain for it. This really is a beautiful poem with a beautiful rhythm and wondrous rhyme. It's actually written in my favorite form. Simple, practical, and so very magnificent when used well. I'm sure you'll find some way to improve it, but the only problem that I really see, if you can call it that, is the varying number of syllables in a few of the lines,


    • Sokarjo
      June 6
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      Thanks so much, hun!! Yea, that's always been a problem of mine; I hate counting syllables, so they often end up a little off.

      Thanks so much for the sweet comment. I'm so glad you enjoy my poetry.


      • EsotericCure
        June 8
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        Yeah, I do the same thing, and that's the only reason I EVER see it. (Still looking for that book...) ll=ol


        • Sokarjo
          June 8
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          Hehe, me too! My publisher had to put it on hold for a bit. He's moving house, but he'll be back to work on it soon, I'm sure. Rest assured, I'll be letting you know!


          • EsotericCure
            June 8
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            Yes! I'm really excited. I'm working on my own right now. I need to get a publisher. lol


  • PrabhuDayal Khattar silver member
    June 5

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    what a curious description of the love is made a poetry here with the wonderful descripton around..love the scenario..well done...thanks for sharing..

    • Sokarjo
      June 5
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      Why thanks so much. Very glad you enjoyed it. Thanks for the kind comments.


  • Frodofan silver member
    June 5

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    Amazing. Probably one of your best and certainly your best of late. The description and choice of words is fantastic! This is one potent poem!!!


    • Sokarjo
      June 5
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      Thank you so so much!! I had written 11 lines, then lost it all and couldn't remember it, but I did my best to rewrite it. Thanks so much for your wonderful comment! After the day I've had, you just warmed my heart all over. Huggles!

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