08-09-2013, 10:15 PM
The blood that is red of nature,
have shed and bled with true regret.
For when the night has howled and wept,
there is, forever, no more dream.
The object of deceit and guile,
snaked through and pierced into the zone.
Charmer puffed into the pungi,
commencing the calamity.
Impinged within the lifeless girl,
the specter saw the knife nested.
Nothingness filled the air, but just
a girl, a knife, no dream.
Charmer,lover and the culprit,
clothes stained with love or anger, dear?
Too much of love turned you mad, or
maybe too much of hate lingered.
I hope it makes sense. this is the first time i've tried using iambic tetrameter, well first time actually taking notice of the meter! haha i hope i used it correctly :S I tried to be creative in terms of metaphors and stuff but I don't know if it helped the poem communicate the story. I've read it a million times and convinced myself it does so it'd be nice to hear what you think :/ HALP
have shed and bled with true regret.
For when the night has howled and wept,
there is, forever, no more dream.
The object of deceit and guile,
snaked through and pierced into the zone.
Charmer puffed into the pungi,
commencing the calamity.
Impinged within the lifeless girl,
the specter saw the knife nested.
Nothingness filled the air, but just
a girl, a knife, no dream.
Charmer,lover and the culprit,
clothes stained with love or anger, dear?
Too much of love turned you mad, or
maybe too much of hate lingered.
I hope it makes sense. this is the first time i've tried using iambic tetrameter, well first time actually taking notice of the meter! haha i hope i used it correctly :S I tried to be creative in terms of metaphors and stuff but I don't know if it helped the poem communicate the story. I've read it a million times and convinced myself it does so it'd be nice to hear what you think :/ HALP
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