hugh everard

Rookie - 381 Points (21-06-43 / Manchester uk)

Beauty And The Beholder - Poem by hugh everard

By creation or chance doth the universe dance, unpartnered it's beauty unknown.
And yet all that is beauty that pleaseth the eye is no sweeter than wanting if no soul passeth by
and the heavens mere contast alone.
Forsaken of creed saw not the rose from the weed and truth still pure to behold.
But used as a tool to wield and to fool truth soon found its beauty unfold.
For under each sod man had seeded a god who's sword was rightful and good.
But all came to nought as each god was faught and beauty besmitten with blood.
So here's to the grave yards and the last man therein who'd lived and loved in softness of skin
now resting in the depths of the land and once more the universe is neither beauty and bland.

Topic(s) of this poem: beauty

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  • Chinedu Dike (12/6/2014 3:11:00 AM)

    A nice poem, well articulated and penned in poetic diction. The employment of similes, metaphors, capture the essence of the poem is quite commendable. Thanks for sharing. Please read my poem MANDELA - THE IMMORTAL ICON. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, November 24, 2014

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