wolfish lover
April 13th, 2009, 10:39 PM
It has been several weeks since i posted my last poem, and i thought that it would probably not due to bring that thread back, so here i am posting a new one,
i would really appreciate any input, advice or just plain thoughts about my work, i know i could use the help, please post.
I am frozen by the glacial blue
A clear color untainted by hue
I gaze into his fathomless eyes
I see a struggle behind the guise
And as I am staring
I see crimson, flaring
Oh so deep at first
Hidden by the blues strong thirst
But as I am staring
The crimson begins glaring
Melting the blue ice
Not once, but twice
Both eyes are red
The blue, entirely fled
And yet I still gaze
Lost, in crimson maze
And still I am staring
Transfixed by the crimson glaring
And then I see, one sliver of blue
Watching as one becomes two
Slowly the blue is growing
The crimson still unknowing
The blue is now fighting
A battle worthy of writing
Slowly freezing the hellish fire
Gaining ground through sheer desire
Soon the eyes are once again blue
Untainted by any hue
I turn away from the mirror
Knowing that I am no nearer
To being whole inside
Then a groom, with no bride
I do not need to turn
To investigate the burn
In my eye, there is a glare
A crimson, crimson flare
i would really appreciate any input, advice or just plain thoughts about my work, i know i could use the help, please post.
I am frozen by the glacial blue
A clear color untainted by hue
I gaze into his fathomless eyes
I see a struggle behind the guise
And as I am staring
I see crimson, flaring
Oh so deep at first
Hidden by the blues strong thirst
But as I am staring
The crimson begins glaring
Melting the blue ice
Not once, but twice
Both eyes are red
The blue, entirely fled
And yet I still gaze
Lost, in crimson maze
And still I am staring
Transfixed by the crimson glaring
And then I see, one sliver of blue
Watching as one becomes two
Slowly the blue is growing
The crimson still unknowing
The blue is now fighting
A battle worthy of writing
Slowly freezing the hellish fire
Gaining ground through sheer desire
Soon the eyes are once again blue
Untainted by any hue
I turn away from the mirror
Knowing that I am no nearer
To being whole inside
Then a groom, with no bride
I do not need to turn
To investigate the burn
In my eye, there is a glare
A crimson, crimson flare