Siren

Oh how that girl was a Siren. But now she's gone

Oh, siren tempt me not with your wistful wicked way

Oh, tempt me not siren with your enchanting soft skin

siren tempt me not with your bewitching hair

tempt me not with your lips of that of a rose

oh, don't tempt me with crystal blue eyes

or the way I use to kiss your nose

oh, siren don't hide your face from me

oh, not that fair face that brought me close

your sailor that you enticed

by night with sweet songs we tryst.

Author's Note

Alright I revised this poem the rythme scale is now 13,13,11,11,9,9,9,9,7,7. I've made it now that anyone that reads it doesn't have a since that its talking Exclusively about me. So now it can be read and can apply it to yourself as well.

Reviews

[Sasha]

This makes me feel like a bad person. :P
I liked how the tone remained the same but the mood shifted from the start to the finish. You were begging her not to tempt the whole way through but by the end, it sounded like you wanted her to. Serves you right.

[Aesthetic Rose]

It's really well written

[Samuel Dickens]

Very nice---I like the old-world flavor and mood that it conveys. Being an old sailor (Us Navy, retired) it holds special appeal. I know first hand what those long periods at sea can do to a man's perceptions.

[Frantzuu]

Great piece, I like your writing style, and the flow of this piece.

[dearly beloved]

I like the rhyme scheme!! Very nice job it got me interested.

[Coyote Poetry]

Poem is outstanding. Those siren in a life make us have sweet dreams and nightmares. I like this poem. The story was outstanding. Thank you.
Coyote