Sweet Sin Poem by Baharak Barzin

Sweet Sin

Rating: 4.8


Asleep as if a dead corpse
Could hear the last heartbeats of him
Crept to his bed with trembling feet
Could feel how sweet, love can be
Touched his skin of feather with velvet taps
Could feel the eternal fire
Love was born there
Spread the wide wings of love
On his dead skin
And I soared to depth of carnality
Sweet sin, sweet moments of freedom
But I had to be free
Had to behold my soul departing
And I am ready for the stones

Friday, October 10, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: love and pain
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Dr Antony Theodore 20 December 2015

And I soared to depth of carnality Sweet sin, But I had to be free... my soul departs.. you have a very special way of thinking very original in words and the combination of words. love your poem for it creativity. thank you. tony

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James Mclain 10 November 2016

Thoughts you think as white nor gray fit neat inside your hands, but what are name's .. iip

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C F 26 January 2019

Passion so intense but encapsulated in short verse, choice of imagery and words are outstanding. Thank you for sharing.

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Dr Antony Theodore 30 March 2018

Crept to his bed with trembling feet Could feel how sweet, love can be Touched his skin of feather with velvet taps Could feel the eternal fire soaring to the depth of carnality. sweet way of expressing the deep love and romance and physical joys........ wonderful and fine.. thank u dear poetess. tony

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Fog Runner 16 February 2018

And pleasure worth so brutal a price must have been intense.

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Daniel Brick 15 December 2016

This is the other side of things, that is, the appeal of what is immediate, natural, human all too human. And the lure of this kind of purely human, physical happiness is obviously overwhelming as your poem shows. And there is an irony herein: If the speaker of this poem were a 5th century B.C.Greek young woman or young man it would be seen as a hymn to Aphrodite and perfectly proper and moral in that context. I taught World Religions to high schools students for ten years, so I am acutely aware of the differences among people regarding morality. The speaker of your poem is awaiting punishment for sin. The ancient Greek speaker would be awaiting the goddess's blessing.

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Baharak Barzin 17 December 2016

i mean no punishment nor hate can stop strong feelings of a woman in love or in sin :)

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Siddartha Montik 10 December 2016

perfectly depicted poem of passion. thank you for sharing. 10+++

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