House of W****s

House of W****s

A Poem by Beth

Welcome to the House of W****s

walk up close, open the doors.

we are the ones who live here

selling that which we hold dear

for a taste of affection,

perhaps for retribution;

a punishment to ourselves,

only time promises to tell.

Shunned by those you deem decent,

but no harm by us is meant.

We want only to feel loved,

for this only, long we roved,

starved only for a soft touch,

something that's not gotten much.

Longing to hear gentle word

and our sickness to be cured.

If you think this you can do,

make our tired hearts beat anew,

walk up close, open the doors...

Welcome to the House of W****s.

© 2008 Beth


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wow...I don't normally take to poems that rhyme very well but this one was certainly written "outside the box" so to speak. I like it a lot!

Posted 15 Years Ago


Definitely an interesting poem, know a few ladies who chose that profession. But then life is all about choices. Nice write.

Posted 16 Years Ago


This was haunting.... not only because of the lack of love in these girls lives and the situations that could have driven them there but the ending was twisting and the wording made it seem ancient, time suspended until someone could release them from their own prison. Great work!

Brette

Posted 16 Years Ago


I like the way you open and close this poem with the same lines, sometimes the best way to end a poem is to return to the beginning. An interesting piece.

Posted 16 Years Ago


such lovely words ,i am always intrigued by this job,we need affection ,perhaps punishment to ourselves,i think i believe that ,this job maybe the oldest in history ,i read a lot about it,i thought how could someone sell his most precious goods,most say out of deprivation and bad luck and bad life,and knowing non else to do ,having nice looks it all takes to get a well paid job,still i do not understand,you raised a nice matter to debate,and you did it in a lovely way

Posted 16 Years Ago


I don't like poetry and really don't know anything about writing it, but I really liked this one!!!

I've read alot of poems here on this sight and yours are some of the most insightful that I've seen on here. Full of depth!

I may even start liking poetry now! lol!

Thanks,
Ed

Posted 16 Years Ago


It was a pleasure to read. Smart and dark or at least I thought it was. It leaves you wondering what will happen.

Posted 16 Years Ago


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KGV
Love it.

Posted 16 Years Ago


Great. I think my favorite part is how all we want is to be loved and for that we have traveled long. It is so true and in the case of finding love that is exactly what we are w****s. Well done. I really liked it.

Posted 16 Years Ago


I like this. The ambiguous style is nice; I think of all those girls I know who're just looking for love for one reason or another and end up with babies and nothing/no one else by the time they're 17 or 18. Just what comes to mind. Very nice piece that ably describes longing for a connection to someone.
KH

Posted 16 Years Ago



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Phoenix, AZ



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