OF LUST.

This poem is of 'Sonnet' type, one of the set of the 7 deadly sins.

OF LUST.

 

Oh lust, are you love’s inconsiderate
Are you impatient emotion’s offence
The rampant mood, moral’s indelicate
No fear of retribution’s consequence

 

You are intoxication, dragon’s blood
To fire a raging furnace, heated veins
Volcanic eruption’s satanic flood
Wantonly takes and to hell with remains

 

Love is to a tender and softer play
With timing’s employ for satisfaction
It’s not foul lust, which is love’s disarray
A rape of diabolical action

 

For those who would lust without dignity
Are to devil’s mores and vulgarity

Reviews

[Great Aunt Astri]

I like the way you write poems to our feelings, and tell them off! They are a bit like naughty children and need to be reprimanded!
Thanks for ths poem.

[ron s king]

Hallo to you, Great Aunt Astri. Thank you so much for your comment. I do like to have fun when writing these Sonnet type poems and especially when dealing with the 7 deadly sins. I smiled when I read that you thought it rather as a reprimand, so indeed, it's a slap on the wrist for the naughty boys. Thank you so much, your words are so appreciated...Ron.

[Great Aunt Astri]

I enjoy having fun writing poems too. I experiment a lot with different styles and enjoy reading a wide variety of poetry.

[OTownPete]

You express some interesting viewpoints in this well written piece. Your friend in words, Pete

[ron s king]

Hallo to you, Pete. Thank you so much for your kind comment and on reading my write... Ron.