Poetry...
She lures us in,
As if with her beguiling grin
She captures hearts inclined to sin
Poetry...
That lady fair
Displays a most defiant glare
When we attempt to leave her lair
Poetry...
Makes us drunk with glee
But, she will never set us free
From that which we desire, but can never be
Poetry...
Entices all
With her soul she does call
To those that she may soon enthral
Poetry...
That fickle mistress
Causes hearts and souls distress
Because she fills that need...that humans do possess
Poetry is life poetry is thereapy, poetry............... poetry, poetry poetry evrywhere..................
I don't know how to put into words all that I want to say, but I absolutely love this piece
A wonderfully true and beautiful poem Dee. A well-deserved ten for sure. Keep em coming!
No often does a poet write so accurately of Erato, that muse of poetry, which so affects the soul of every poet around the world, Dee. Your fine poem is beautifully written and expressed, and written in a fairly terse style that is quite reader friendly. You have tied these related verses together quite wonderfully. Carl.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
An extraordinary bit of wit and truth! Excellent.