Semi-affectionate murmurings of love
Lacking that poetic passion he had,
Float from this frivolous lover’s lips.
Lilac musings written in bland white ink
Lilt their message across a stained sheet
Of such exquisite and rusty silk dresses,
Calling for an assembly of words and letters.
Paintings of cunning proportions
And ground-breaking golden ratios
Design her caramel skin, her hair
Piled cheaply atop her oval head.
Her pristine chin is lifted just right,
Mocking eyes hooded, teeth set apart.
A scowling smirk fit for an empress.
Sculptures are molded from his hands,
Lean fingers groping the clay to his will,
Mean eyes summing up his subject
In that calculating way of his mind.
In its time, the statue to represent gods
Became a god itself, when they forgot
Just what it was they were praying for.
Caked in dirt and bathed in other’s filth,
A peasant boy limps along the streets,
His heart cleanest of all the reigning kings
And their mistresses of such aesthetic masks.
The grace in his every hesitant step,
A more beautiful art than ever witnessed
By the cruel critics whose posture is so clumsy.
Unrivaled songs and harmonies filled
The inn’s creaking wooden walls,
Flutes and violins making untold love
With one another’s musical notes.
The poor dancing in merriment
Over an occasion as simple and
Uncelebrated as living to breathe a new dawn.
But as it is, no one will know of the art
That trotted so thoughtfully across
Cobblestone highways and dirt streets.
Of the folk songs sung in old taverns,
Or the voices of fading poetesses.
Yet they will see the trivial silk trades,
The cheap portraits of kings’ whores,
And the improper gift to the gods.
They never asked to be remembered, though.
As long as their arts may go on being forgotten,
They smile, the light they portray
A masterpiece in itself.
Author notes
Second poem today!! I wrote it in like ten minutes, but I really really did like it in the end =D. I'm a lot more proud of this poem than the other one!! ^-^
Purple!
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Oh, almost forgot
The most important thing... is that you never stop lovin'...and you never ever...stop lovin'...no matter what. -
Stunning
Quite a write for a nickle-dime-girl. So much for fairy- tale-dreams and fluff and stuff. You're all grown up and ready to bust out of that bedroom-sanctuary that you hold so dear. Your talent is obvious, so just fasten your seatbelt and stretch those nested-wings 'cause baby you're in for one hell-of-a-ride. Don't ever stop dreamin'. Don't ever stop writing...don't ever stop no matter what!
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"Hmmm..."
"Yet they will sea the trivial silk trades,"
I didn't know "sea" could be used as a verb?!~
(Just didn't want all this praise going to your head!)
Of course, it's wonderful.
Jim
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This is simply Beautiful Nephi, it truly is a masterpiece. I love the flow of this poem, it really brought it to life for me. Nice work
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You are so good!!! Boy you are an awesome amazing writer!!! This is so fantastic!!! I love the way you wrote this!!! Your words are so lovely and excellent!!! I can't even describe how wonderful this is!!! Clappies for you!!! I LOVE IT!!
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Brilliant
Brilliant. That is the only word that gives it justice.
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Absolutely wonderfully penned
You just let the pen tell the story
And it has done so...brilliantly
Thank you for letting it write**
kudos
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very well written poem. I like it a lot.
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wowwwwwwwwwww nephers... I am truely amazed at this work of art! I had no idea you were so deep. You are very well spoken in this write. It's a poetic story and I enjoyed reading it very muchly! Bravo!!!!
peace and love
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After reading this a lot of time, I've grown to love it. Appreciate its story, the imagery describing each scene. It's an exquisite dish. I finally agree with you. I do now like them both but for different reasons. So, I guess Neptime. We finally agree.
- Aly
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wow!
This is wonderful! It seems, once again, as if you simply pulled the words from the very air! I only have one question. Second to last paragraph, third line from the bottom, did you mean to spell it 'sea' in order to portray some metaphor that went over my head, or was it an accident, meant to be 'see'? Just curious. If it went over my head, as things tend to do, please explain. Other than that, I found no flaw. I love the part about the boy, and also the part about the music making love. Another great write! Well done!
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I liked it very much, though it is quite complex, but I like that, it makes me think. The fourth verse was very profoud,My mother had some ornaments of rich man poor man, and it made me remember cleaning them on a saturday, a very good piece of work, whenever I am in a place with a little history I will always wonder now who walked the cobbles before me, and if maybe they are watching me, if they are I would offer a hand to the boy in verse four, and tell him he had a beautiful soul Thanks, and have a good day
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