Synagogue Poem by VIPINS PUTHOORAN

Synagogue

Rating: 4.6


Her heart was a synagogue
Sacred and celestial
Where She enshrined my love,
Adored me as her King.
Her incessant rain of love,
Solaced the crucified pain
Of my heart's crucible.
She painted variegated dreams
On my murky heart's canvas
In iridiscent colours.
The words she wrote as holly
In the pages of my life
Became the torch to my paths
And now she is the Goddess of my temple.

Wednesday, October 26, 2011
Topic(s) of this poem: love
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Dave Walker 26 October 2011

Wow I loved this. A beautiful poem with a great flow to it. Perfect.

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Wendolyn Isaacs 26 October 2011

wow! ! ....this is awesome

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Claudia Krizay 26 October 2011

very good descriptions-paints a colorful picture with words. Well done.

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B. M. Atsen 26 October 2011

I love the words you used. What a way of loving. Strong!

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Jacqui Broad 26 October 2011

Divine love meaning love her in spirit? I'm speechless...you really are an amazing poet...

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Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi 01 September 2012

The synagogue is the right place where the decision to crucify the love can be taken! sad!

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Sajna Kailas 05 November 2011

lovely one! ! ! loved it! ! !

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Windsor Guadalupe Jr. 31 October 2011

This poem is emollient in its context. Good job.

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Richard McClellan 29 October 2011

Great write Vipins, I liked this one! My favorite line is: Adored me as her King, Solaced, the crucified pain.

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Dead Leaf 28 October 2011

beutifull..............

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