We are the Titanic.
The plans her parents have made,
one simple demand.
Let's cross that little white line.
Lustrous propositions, sorrowful submission
it is boiling over in my heart.
This notion of innocence,
it was only a black art.
Another heart's slain.
Watching, Wishing, Wanting.
You I would surely defend,
from the very beginning.
I promise you this, though,
for you I would die.
We are about to hit the glacier.
Author notes
Lines used from these poems:
The beautiful soul doesn't know...
Seduction,
Meaningless Darkness,
Envy.
Dear Innocence, Pick Up Your Things and Leave
It Was Only A Black Art
Cupid's Wound Upon My Heart
A contest entry
- CENTO POEMS CONTEST!!!...with a twist... ROUND TWO!!! by J. M. Spenser.
400 points, ended October 21, 6 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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OH MY WORD!!! This was amazing!!!! Truly the best! I loved it. I always love stories, poems, and the like that begin with a thought then when it seems to stray only comes back right where it started. Just magnificent brilliance. All the best to you!
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