One of my poetic efforts:
When the world around me turns bleak,
And I cannot find the thing I seek;
My fate seems to be sealed and made,
I wish to myself I'd fade;
Leave behind this world of worries,
Full of falling leaves from wither'd trees;
A demon of darkness will take me home,
To eternal hell of fire and stone;
All my dreams come to naught,
Devoid of all will and thought;
I slither into the darkness like a snake,
Never to see the waking again.
--> End
Why is it so dark and depressing? Cause I'm evil. I'm Mojo Jojo and my job is to make other people depressed. Ha ha ha! ( lame joke, i know)
awesome pic for the poem...really suits the poem.. i dont know why, but i dont like poems which rhyme.. i keep imagining people trying to find the perfect words, sometimes distorting their view of the subject to find a better line for the poem.. that just doesn't work,.. or so i feel..
ReplyDeletehere's a poem that i just loved..another dark theme..but its just the kind of poem where you can see everything you read..
Titled-Unnamed
He looks at the silhouette,
A beautiful figure in the dark.
She is silent, floating in a mist
A creature of the night. Untamed.
He tries to grasp her, hold her in his arms.
She escapes once more. Like the dust which trickles through.
She’s a mystery, a challenge.
She’s a visitor’s paradise and an owner’s Hell.
She playfully cuts, throttles and kills
Unaware of the dead. Unaware of the dying.
He looks into her eyes, painful happiness resides.
She’s deathly pale. A mystic charm. An enigma.
He speaks to her, but her words find no voice.
A soothing murmur, like a silent brook meandering by.
She embraces him, in a deathly hold.
He lets her kill him, slowly but surely – he lets the pain flow.
He does not flinch. He does not sigh.
It’s a death that he wishes for, to escape this life.
She closes his eyes, with a soothing touch.
She breathes poison within his soul.
She dances the knife upon his heart.
She trails her finger down his heaving chest.
She kisses his lips, she rests her head
Merciless, yet a fantasy. Deadly, yet a desire.
He died in longing.
She killed in lust.
The silhouette and the Prince
An everlasting story. A frightening love.
-Shayoni Sarkar
oh and btw, yes, the above poem sorta rhymes too.. but i never got that feeling for this one..
ReplyDeleteand your poem has a great visuals too.. my fav lines:
A demon of darkness will take me home,
To eternal hell of fire and stone;