Treasure Island

Paul Laurence Dunbar

(1872-1906 / Ohio / United States)

Parted


SHE wrapped her soul in a lace of lies,
With a prime deceit to pin it;
And I thought I was gaining a fearsome prize,
So I staked my soul to win it.
We wed and parted on her complaint,
And both were a bit of barter,
Tho' I'll confess that I'm no saint,
I'll swear that she's no martyr.

Submitted: Friday, April 02, 2010

Do you like this poem?
0 person liked.
0 person did not like.

What do you think this poem is about?



Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

What do you think this poem is about?

Comments about this poem (Parted by Paul Laurence Dunbar )

Enter the verification code :

There is no comment submitted by members..

PoemHunter.com Updates

Poem of the Day

poet Sir Walter Raleigh

EVEN such is Time, that takes in trust
Our youth, our joys, our all we have,
And pays us but with earth and dust;
   Who in the dark and silent grave,
...... Read complete »

   

Member Poem

Trending Poems

  1. 04 Tongues Made Of Glass, Shaun Shane
  2. Daffodils, William Wordsworth
  3. If, Rudyard Kipling
  4. If You Forget Me, Pablo Neruda
  5. Television, Roald Dahl
  6. The Road Not Taken, Robert Frost
  7. All the World's a Stage, William Shakespeare
  8. Richard Cory, Edwin Arlington Robinson
  9. Alone, Edgar Allan Poe
  10. I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings, Maya Angelou

Trending Poets

[Hata Bildir]