The Claws Come Out

by Maple Tree   Mar 24, 2012


I must be a feline
with an edgy grin,
paws of piercing
determination.

I wish to claw
and scratch upon
every word stolen
from my breathless
soul,
now held captive
by a panthers gaze.

Locked away
within a demonic
dungeon,
a brainless
train wreck
of a thief
In the night.

Allow me to pause,
purr like a kitten
as your persecution
Is branded upon
your whiskered
face....

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  • 12 years ago

    by Blissful

    Amazing! When we write, each one of our poems holds a piece of our souls and when that poem is stolen, a piece of our soul goes with it. It is as if this thief is trespassing on our innermost thoughts and feelings. You expressed that wonderfully in your poem. I loved the fast pace in the beginning with the buildup and it came to a halt with the word "soul." It allows the reader to stop and try to catch their breath and then continue with the piece. I loved that you didn't write cat and used "feline" instead; sounds so much better and much more creative. There was some lovely alliteration with "demonic dungeon," "scratch, stolen, soul," and your title; that really added a nice touch to the overall poem. I could feel the resentment you felt for you wove it into your words flawlessly. This was wonderfully crafted.

  • 12 years ago

    by Lioness

    You know this is quite a dark poem and I think it is wonderful!!!

    I especially liked the second stanza - it spoke to me.

    Awesome poem hun

    x

  • 12 years ago

    by L

    You know, I just love this one.
    I had to come read it again. It's different to your style and i also like it.

  • 12 years ago

    by TJ Arizona Eagle

    Excellent, stolen words, ...Yes indeed

  • 12 years ago

    by L

    Dark indeed. I feel the power in those lines really well.