Squandered are your delicate gifts
Your silver tongue lays in waste
Tell me all your sensual tales
Show me how you are presented to the world
Lashing out skillfuly
My my you do know how to draw a crowd
Manaquins they are to you
Simply pawns at your disposal
A shame your talent has been recognized
What is to become of your fun now
Sullen are your eyes to me
What has become of your sweet, blasphomy?
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A contest entry
- Quickie # 7 of 37! by Beautiful-N-Broken.
400 points, ended November 10, 9 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
what emotions does this inspire within you?
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Superb
A very unique write, with excellent imagery. You expressed your thoughts quite well. Thanks for sharing this one with us. Again, well done. -
I like the way in which, in the second stanza, you make this person out to be a manipulator of the mannequins ... a kind of puppet-master of people!
Some people can manipulate others with ease, it seems, though their true colours are often exposed sooner or later. Silver tongues are prone to rust, eventually.
This poem, to my mind, presents a person who is not happy or comfortable within themselves, and whose actions might buy them temporary popularity and company, but at some point all that will expire, and they may find themselves in the shadow of loneliness.
Sad, and dark.
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Nice write, thanks so much for entering the contest and good luck in it dear. Keep up the great writing and good luck in everything you do.
{Keep the ink flowing!}
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