Open Poetry #31 |
A Vintage Not Tasted |
Professor Gloom Member Elite
since 2000-07-23
Posts 3082of Depression |
Shall I sit with you, With words pouring out like the wine, But of a vintage not which I wish to pour, Shall I tell to you, Of the arbor roses that begin to climb To touch the sky with bloom once more, Shall I touch to you Brushing my hand in accidental pass, Hoping to feel the softness of your skin Shall I walk with you Each carrying a half full wine glass Sipping slow so that the time won’t end Shall I then leave you Ending the night outside your door Empty like a my glass longing for your wine Gloom |
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Crimson Moon Member
since 2003-07-21
Posts 52NY, USA |
You put into perfect verse the echoes of pain my fingers stumble over. |
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1slick_lady Member Ascendant
since 2000-12-22
Posts 6088standing on a shadow's lace |
do you paint me in wine a brush of liquid blush splashed to adorn me in gloss color this simple tasted hue of rainbows sipped to tint the curve of crystal where all that remains is my perfume |
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Dark Angel Member Patricius
since 1999-08-04
Posts 10095 |
oooh yeahhh...lerveee this one. Maree Beauty of the world which is soon to perish has two edges, one of laughter and one of anguish, cutting the heart asunder. |
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Sadelite Member Elite
since 2003-10-11
Posts 2519 |
"Rose colored glasses or glasses of rose wine or was that glasses of wine rose?" I believe I've read something of the sort before. Enjoyed. |
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Juju Member Elite
since 2003-12-29
Posts 3429In your dreams |
Ahhhh. that was so romantic. I loved it. Juju |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
nice! |
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