Published November 24, 2009
Torrents filled with demon vices,
Passion: posion that entices.
Among humanity's vocations
I must admit that mine is Satan's.
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Why do addicts craft serene
Words as such is ever seen?
Those who want for healing rain
In meter, eases part their pain.
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To laymen of consistent mind,
Without imagery so well refined,
Indulgence may still be as mild
As the wantings of a child.
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But for such as Hemingway
Who in desire, lost the way.
The slope they tread t'is more severe.
Filled with demons, filled with fear
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But there is hope for the masters
The tortured band of classless crafters.
For poets grand and those unknown,
The antidote of fear is home.
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Wow ! Its an amazing poem ! Keep it up :]
I gotta say, this is probably one of the best poems I have ever read on YWS. Yous style is amazing, your meter flawless, and your imagery was intriguing. I loved how the emotions of the poem seemed to be conflicting-- dark to light, deep to mellow. Please post more of your work!!!!