Left for death
your eyes stay motionless
just too much meth
you die and digress
your hand presses mine
one last grasp of breath
you let fall the wine
a kiss for your death.
Walk away my fair child
beautiful spirit untrue
our God beguiled
leaves a black rose for you.
Another interesting poem, but I think its a little short, I like it because its powerful. I think that your sentences could have been constructed better but the impact of this poem is so strong that it out weighs the construction of your sentences. good job, I hope to read more of your work.
I agree with the reviewer, who suggested that this is a little too short? Also, I associate a black rose with funereal connotations. Well, it is certainly a bleak and candid poem, rather dark in tone. I interpreted this as an indictment or representation of the moral decline in modern society? Or cultural decline, perhaps? It would be most interesting, if you explained your purpose a little, in the Author's Note?
The flow is slightly stilted, but that does not detract too much from the impact of your wording. Thankyou kindly, for adding this poem to my Group, "Twilight's Disciples"! Who will be next, to add a piece of their writing to my Group?
Very good work here, a little too short I think, but it has its power. A simple poem, I guess it has something to do with your book, am I right? Anyways I hope to see your work finished. Good rhyming, thanks for posting this writing.
You Are Romanticism
You are likely to see the world as it should be, not as it is.
You prefer to celebrate the great things people do... not the horrors they're capable of.
For you,.. more..