Heartbreaker

" O serpent heart hid with a flowering face! Did ever dragon keep so fair a cave? Beautiful tyrant! Fiend angelical!Dove-feathered raven, wolvish-ravening lamb! Despisèd substance of divinest show"

Inflict the pain that’s so much worse;

Bathe in your victim’s curse.

 

Fill them with all beautiful lies,

Shatter them and observe their cries.

 

Causing so much damage and hate,

How many hearts to seal your fate?

 

No use trying to hope for your sake,

Even the heartbreaker feels heart break.

Author's Note

The full quote is,
"O serpent heart hid with a flowering face!
Did ever dragon keep so fair a cave?
Beautiful tyrant! Fiend angelical!
Dove-feathered raven, wolvish-ravening lamb!
Despisèd substance of divinest show,
Just opposite to what thou justly seem’st.
A damnèd saint, an honorable villain!
O nature, what hadst thou to do in hell
When thou didst bower the spirit of a fiend
In moral paradise of such sweet flesh?
Was ever book containing such vile matter
So fairly bound? Oh, that deceit should dwell
In such a gorgeous palace!
Oh, my heart is breaking. Oh, my bankrupt heart is breaking. I’ll send my eyes to prison, and they’ll never be free to look at anything again. I’ll give my vile body back to the earth. I’ll never move again. My body and Romeo’s will lie together in one sad coffin."
Juliet, Act 3 Scene 2, Page 3

Reviews

[cimmy wuv xxxooo]

wow amazing the rhyming scheme was amazing, the whole poem left me speechless amazing write lost for words, your a real poet i think you have real talent im enjoying your work allot keep writing :)

[InsanityWriter]

Beautifully written. :) Great work!!

[C.C. Marx]

Open to interpretations I guess you could say. I like it, and nice touch with the little blurb from r&j, it's truly a classic

[Nick.B]

In very short lines you've managed to bring up some interesting topics among your poem, great job

[Moving Mass]

To say well written would be vague; I can interpret this in a personal way: sometimes, we as a species get used to the things we have, and take them for granted. Our thought is clouded by our own "happiness" and we lose interest in finding the truth. I did an experiment recently (I won't go into the details because many would dismiss it as insane or cruel, but just trust me, I know what I'm doing) to see things with a sober mind...hoping for nothing...fearing nothing. I know I was not insane because it worked: the after-effects were true happiness and intellectual gain in focus and ability. I feel as if this poem were speaking to me. I thank you for it.

[Amanda]

Thanks

[Sharon]

Nice and short but easy to understand. You have an unique writing style. The poem is also very expressive.

[Amanda]

Thanks

[Sharon]

Your welcome.