I hate the archer who used
my bow and hit you
and this made you hug the broken glass.
I am sad that my venom
merged with your body
and slowly lose your maneuver.
I blame my cursing eyes
which hipnotized your soul
and led you into the cave of darkness.
The agony, the misery in you,
the dying aspiration...
congest me with great sorrow.
Tell me, where to get the anodyne
to heal your wound from my bow
and relieve the pain.
Let me know where to find antidote
to take out the venom from your body
and regain your senses.
Help me to recite the magic spell
to emancipate your soul
and have your consciousness back.
Forgive me for concealing the rainbow
that causes you a broken smile.
Forgive me, for I must end my life now
to return your calm happiness...
(24th May 2008)
it was b'z it was meant to... nothing can dig a hole in quicksand.... let it be... just let it be... its happened in every life.. once.. if not pray for it to happen.....! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! this is what poems are written about... why regret...a thing of pure divine beauty... love...! !
this is an amazing work of art...I love the last four lines...fantastic poem.
This poem had lots of excellent imagery and wordplay. There were a few occasions, however, where I thought some revision was needed (in some cases it felt like words were missing) . I liked it a lot. Please read some of my poems if you have the time. Thanks!
wow - you and i both on 9... fate... cloud 9 coming for us both... hang in there as will i too... your writing is good, very very good - I enjoyed reading all. Thank you X
Love the word use in this poem, its an odd(in a brilliant way) poem, extrodinary approach at wording thoughts, Fairplay!
i like it alot, its as if the women is seducing this man unintentionally and hes falling in love with her. Good :)
i like the passion in your words, your theme- very sad, and truthful. lungelo
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The poem really spins with a turbulent forces of a vexatious conundrum. In any case, to deflect any awkwardness on my part, I see you perceive the moral ramifications: where’s the free will for this uncomfortable predicament? It's as if to say: Who is the real me (anyhow) ? ....or is this just a case of latent insecurities gone bad? -whatever you want to call it-the words have a ripe, challenging proposition of how considered romantic adventures might explain inappropriate behavior.