Hostage of Romanticism

by Timothy   Mar 14, 2012


Stinking sip this beauty horse,
benign whilst quavering such a sip.
Deity passage through the grey
clouds, howling the dogs song from holy bay.

Sinking ship your dainty limb,
touches to bare touch - spring it must.
Come baking and hear no doughy fun,
I know they hear not, hear some.

Licking brisk, wetting the many hairs
of practice, cheating chess board click.
Gossip the unclad and when has spring play?
sprang goes the clock-in-hand, magic trick.

I guess I hear some plump in a bare,
by holy bay, touching the squeak of it.
Might I just purse your stretching fabric?
To make a scene which the faint find lesser a tragedy.

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  • 12 years ago

    by Decayed

    I don't know... I just feel there is bits of sensuality in here... maybe bits of romance and drama..

    Sinking ship your dainty limb,
    touches to bare touch - spring it must.
    Come baking and hear no doughy fun,
    I know they hear not, hear some.

    ^ As I read this, I looove how it sounds... similar to Eminem's songs!

    lovely.

  • 12 years ago

    by Lioness

    Timothy, I really need to get used to your type of poetry. I read the poem a couple of times and as soon as I thought I knew what you were trying to say, I read it again and thought, no no that can't be it lol

    I lovvvvvvvvve the use of the words you use though. Reading your poem at moments make me feel like I am reading a tongue twister. I think you would do so well with that form. Also the rhyming was great. It was subtle actually and not forced. Awesome!

    I quite like the title - Hostage of Romanticism.

    Again I feel the way you write is from the olden times. I don't know you that well but I believe you may have an old soul that comes out with your writings.

    Great job Timothy!!!

    x

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