Libertine Lover

Libertine Lover

A Poem by Elizabeth

you say I am beautiful
and I hate you

perverse and twisted half truths
rolling off your forked tongue

I see you for what you are
I see what you see

a deluge of sick images
playing in your mind

I will not be your conquest in an alley
or breathe into your ear
and let you pull my hair

I will not cure your every ill
with my touch
or lie and make a man
of the filth that stands before me

I loathe you
I will not be your saving grace
or be left in the dark
after satisfying your fantasy

I am not beautiful
and I will never be yours

© 2011 Elizabeth


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this is good. the "muse" suddenly realizing she's merely an object, usually of perverse drives - and the awareness sickens her. This almost has the tone of "being beautiful is a curse" but it gets saved by the de-idealizing of herself as the cure or conquest climaxing (excuse the pun) with the line "I am not beautiful" and the following feminist proclamation "I will never be yours" - but she is specifically adressing "dirty old men" - not young handsome suitors, or geniuses, so maybe a part two is in order lol actually, on second thought, I think a sympathic poem from the perspective of the "perv" would be more interesting...

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very powerful, honest stuff.

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well said!

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Yes! Brilliant..leacherous eyes..peeling away your layers..said with conviction. bravo

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There is a lot of power behind your words in this poem. The intensity is just amazing!! You really catch the reader and hold their attention to the very end!! AMAZING WRITE!!!

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Yeah, like, everything my dad, Monkey With A Pen said except different. In every single way. Like, in English. I think I love you actually. Hey, Mr Tallyman, tally me banana!! Daylight comes and me wan' go home.


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This is almost like a rant but too poetic and tells these people good!
Could be a poetic rant .
I like that you used the word 'covet me'...
Powerfully written. last two lines have so much punch.

Chloe


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I like the intensity in your poetry. But, particular this piece. Its like watching an immediate reaction of anger. As it steadily explodes, definitively.

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Now this is passion. I can't even believe those last lines, which made me want
to read it a second time from bottom to top, each time i read this,
i find myself swooped by the absolute dread that overwhelms the emotion.
great job, crafty and significant

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"A deluge of sick images playing in your mind"
You can take the man out of the gutter, but you can't take his mind out of the gutter :)

It's very raw and a slap in the face to the man in question.
Well done.

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