The Execution

My only poem I've written....[[Italian Sonnet]]

Their day of unity was seen as cold.

Though the sun shined, eveything remained pale.

A day of bliss, but the aura was stale.

Lost in the pipe dream of silver and gold.

 

She was fair, as she had always been told.

Romance runs to the bottom of her tail.

Drowning in love, lost beyond the boat's sail.

The callous slayer's appearance was bold.

 

The fabulist cut-throat came to erase.

Carrie dreading the pinch of illusion.

Though covered in blood, she was cloaked in lace.

 

The death of wealth wounded the cultured race.

This rest of death created a fusion,

Leaving weepy tears to bleed down her face. 

Reviews

[Kaye]

That's actually really good! I thought you said you didn't write poetry and the like!
The rhyme scheme is lovely, and I really like the imagry. I notice it's written in a way that makes it seem like it's being acted out as a play. I had a Hamlet image in my head the whole time I'm afraid.
It does seem like you tried to hard to get a good rhyme in on some of the lines, such as "Romance runs to the bottom of her tail." which, unless you actually meant for her to be animal-esque, sort of tripped me up while reading it. Don't let the rhyme drive the poem harder than the content!
Beautiful poem though! You should really write more!

[Hannah Jane]

Ha. You said you weren't and writer. You said you wouldn't be posting poems. Yet you have written and posted a poem that is pretty darn good. Nice!

[October]

Wow.
I really like this kind of poetry.

It's awesome.

Thanks for sharing.

[John Stussy]

Hmmm... Brings to mind the French Revolution. Not a bad poem. Hope you write more.