Silver plates and golden spoons

Silver plates and golden spoons

A Poem by Husk mit navn

I gave you my heart on a silver plate, and you ate it with a golden spoon,


My fallen angel, my only savior, my sun and moon.


My constellation missed a star, and I met you,


Now I’m sucked into your galaxy and I can’t make it through.


The graveyard in my back is only growing larger,


As you bury your fingers in like an anchor.

© 2014 Husk mit navn


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A bit more creativity with this write...
would give this more...its not bad as is...
but there is something missing...
the title and style takes you in as a reader...
using the theme of space and silver/gold plate/spoon...
was a thumbs up for this work...


Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Husk mit navn

10 Years Ago

Thanks for the review ! (:
Glen Yumang Manese

10 Years Ago

you're welcome...



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I like this, "...My constellation missed a star, and I met you,..." I also like the airiness of this romantic verse. Burying "fingers in like an anchor" is very expressive.

Posted 10 Years Ago


I like the contrast between the fun images and the somber topic.

"bury your fingers in like an anchor" is my favorite line.

Posted 10 Years Ago


A bit more creativity with this write...
would give this more...its not bad as is...
but there is something missing...
the title and style takes you in as a reader...
using the theme of space and silver/gold plate/spoon...
was a thumbs up for this work...


Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Husk mit navn

10 Years Ago

Thanks for the review ! (:
Glen Yumang Manese

10 Years Ago

you're welcome...
you have talent to write poem that naturally flow, regardless the grammar and words that use.

keep it up :)

Posted 10 Years Ago


Husk mit navn

10 Years Ago

Thank you Edward :)

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Added on July 18, 2014
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Husk mit navn
Husk mit navn

Tunis, Tunisia



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Beya, 18 years old. Hopeless wanderer. One day my mind will be the death of me. more..

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