Neve
03-20-2007, 09:38 PM
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Fear a poem I wrote because I was bored :P. I quite like it, although there are a few words and lines I'm unhappy with (I don't like the last two lines at all, and I'm not sure about the word 'love' on line 6). It's a petrarchan sonnet :).
Tell me if you realise what the poem is about - if nobody does, I may have to alter the title. It's difficult to tell if I was too vague. Any other advice is also much appreciated.
Creation
Your flowing form ablaze with golden light,
From violent flame to gentle wisp you creep,
Through movements that torment me in my sleep,
In subtle inspiration you take flight,
And bathe in searing radiance so bright,
That from my entranced eyes my love will seep,
A thousand white hot tears I shall weep,
For fire shan’t be calmed by me this night,
In your ‘friendship’, I shall be left to rust,
I watch him hold you, watch and mourn my fate,
His caring eyes turn all anger to dust,
He makes you happy, that I cannot hate,
But this can’t satisfy eternal lust,
Observing from afar, I am too late.
Fear a poem I wrote because I was bored :P. I quite like it, although there are a few words and lines I'm unhappy with (I don't like the last two lines at all, and I'm not sure about the word 'love' on line 6). It's a petrarchan sonnet :).
Tell me if you realise what the poem is about - if nobody does, I may have to alter the title. It's difficult to tell if I was too vague. Any other advice is also much appreciated.
Creation
Your flowing form ablaze with golden light,
From violent flame to gentle wisp you creep,
Through movements that torment me in my sleep,
In subtle inspiration you take flight,
And bathe in searing radiance so bright,
That from my entranced eyes my love will seep,
A thousand white hot tears I shall weep,
For fire shan’t be calmed by me this night,
In your ‘friendship’, I shall be left to rust,
I watch him hold you, watch and mourn my fate,
His caring eyes turn all anger to dust,
He makes you happy, that I cannot hate,
But this can’t satisfy eternal lust,
Observing from afar, I am too late.