Dark Poetry #3 |
A poetic pen |
Xeonox
since 2000-04-01
Posts 1764CA, USA |
Pen of persuasion jots my deepest wishes, The ink that it is clogged with Runs from the devils own veins, Shredding the skinless paper, Marking the ancient ruins, And changing the rainy fluids, The ink leaching red, Expressing its rightful place, Fitting the devil’s taste. Ronil (Inspiration for my poems is all around me for my muse is my reality.) |
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Honeybee Member Ascendant
since 1999-12-26
Posts 5372Ontario, CANADA |
"The ink leaching red expressing it's rightful place, fitting the devil's taste" ============================== A powerful to the point poem, very well expressed! Take care, Melissa~ |
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coyote Senior Member
since 2001-03-17
Posts 1077 |
His persuasions and faces are many, the pen is only one of his tools. To beware. Very real poem, I liked it. Thanks. |
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Fading Away
since 2001-03-14
Posts 3131Lynchburg, Virginia |
"The ink that it is clogged with Runs from the devils own veins," This is a beautiful poem.. Keep posting.. I want to read more.. --Marie "Hope is a thing with feathers that perches in the soul." --Emily Dickinson |
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