Son of Poseidon

Waves of the ocean,
You are born from.
Of this, I cannot be unconvinced.
Your skin tastes of salt;
With blue eyes, deep as the Mariana Trench;
Starfish and you share the same gentle kiss;
Your hair is the color of sand, I swear;
And you have the uncanny ability
To make me wish to lie down beside you
In bare feet.

Author's Note

For the boy one desk over in World History.

Reviews

[River Page]

This is nice. Usually when girls decide to write poems about boys they make me cringe. But you made it graceful here. It had a classical feel to it. I only wished you had gone deeper. Described his emotion, his character, his past. Even if you had to make it all up. But then again, I never was much of a poet.

[devon]

I'm glad I didn't make you cringe! Haha, but thank you for your honest review! I always appreciate some constructive critiscism. :) I definitely see what you're saying about the whole "going deeper" aspect, because I notice sometimes my writing comes off as vague and shallow. I don't mean for it to be, of course, but I think I have a hard time connecting what I feel to people. But I will definitely work on that!

[Jordan's Back]

Interesting....

[devon]

Hahaha, why is it interesting?

[Jordan's Back]

Its the picture you painted, I could almost hear the waves, and the Romanticism entertwined made it even more interesting.

[devon]

Oh, thank you! I thought you were meaning interesting as a nice way of saying "creepy" or "weird".

[Jordan's Back]

No I it was creepy or weird, I would have said so :P lol

[devon]

Hahaha, nice to know you're honest!