Cupid Wears A Mask
Angelic cherub
with face so devin.
Plump dimpled cheeks,
flushed roses and wine
Smooth satin locks
gold, flaxen curls.
lusterous wings
favoring mother of pearl
You float through our lives
piercing with darts
desolate sadness
percieved in our hearts.
You fill us with warmth,
with love, and with joy,
but sometimes I wonder
If we're only your toy.
It seems that's a mask
you wear o'er your face.
Are there horns under there?
Is your facade a disgrace?
For the love you bestow,
does soon fade away.
do you do this on purpose,
is this a game that you play?
In love and then out.
You stab at our hearts
you mess up our lives
with your mischevious art.
You malicious little Imp
Have you nothing better to do?
Can't you for once,
aim straight and aim true?
©2008 Dawn Slanker
I thought you did a fine job of writing this once you go underway. The beginning was your problem. If you could fix that up a bit. This might have earned a 10 from me. Now that is tough! I have a poem named Cupid as well, but it is not posted. It is much different from this. I really liked this though. I would not be ashamed to have my name on this. GW62
cupid is cupid as clock never stays back it may be storm or ebbing tide never goes back heart when pierced blood yet chilled his cloack always glows as the moth turns into its fold, , , , , , , , , , , , , uniquely interesting poem bedecked with imagery unequalled, thought provoking, well penned,10+, thanks for sharing
O Yes! ! ! The duality of the Art Of Eros.Lovely rhyme.A ten from me.
I liked the tongue- in-cheek of this one, very good. Adeline
I like the description in this poem. I really enjoyed reading it. Love can be a trouble maker.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I love the feel of this peice...kind of classical, but still relevant...nice work