Dark Poetry #2 |
Black Rose |
FJiznit Junior Member
since 2000-06-14
Posts 24 |
He'll wait an eternity for his one black rose For her face so pale, her eyes dark and cold As the sun burns out, he will never know Never love, forever mourn... Black in name, cold in heart Death in vain, soul torn apart No mortal soul should feel such hurt For mortal sins she has immortal thirst Love was born of their twisted souls Sins of the flesh, loves untouched blood They bore the scars, felt the disgrace She lived her final days in shame His only love now dead and gone Victims of a devil's scorn Untold pain he feels, he bleeds... Blood drawn on her poisoned thorns In time maybe, again she'll come To re-ignite the dying sun Her blood red lips, a devil's kiss Flaying skin with a serpents tongue For just one moment, all he'd give If he could feel her now... To know once more Her unbound love Alone now, he stands The withered rose Falls from his bleeding hand She is gone with the summer Winter beckons Fate, for this man Plants the seed of pain From which his torture grows... |
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Dark_kisses_Within Senior Member
since 2000-03-21
Posts 680Kansas |
Wooohoooo you finished it!!! GREAT job my dear Friend. It has such power behind it with a lil love and a lil broken heart! EXCELLENT!!! Peace Once there was a darkness Deep and endless night You gave me everything you had Ahhhhhh you gave me light |
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Jeremiah Johnson Senior Member
since 2000-06-08
Posts 1223Brooksville, Fl, U.S |
yes love and broken hearts why must one come with thee other? who knows maybe well never know but for now great job liked it much and keep it up. I'm a dying romantic and when i can no longer write i can no longer live -Jeremiah Johnson- |
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lotharingia Senior Member
since 2000-06-04
Posts 897saarbruecken, Germany |
A powerful poem! Really intense! Lotharingia "For God's sake, he's a poet. Poets are meant to feel miserable. Otherwise, what the hell are they here for? What are they going to write about?" Tom Holland |
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taramw Senior Member
since 2000-06-08
Posts 738 |
Woah! This is one great poem! Alone now, he stands The withered rose Falls from his bleeding hand I saw the bleeding hand, I saw the rose fall! Ecxellent work! |
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Colin Senior Member
since 1999-06-05
Posts 596Callington, Cornwall, England |
Powerful stuff FJiznit! I bet that black rose looked so beautiful while the sun was still shining on it. Eric. "We are the music makers and we are the makers of dreams." - Willy Wonka. |
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