Ivory Lips

by Poet on the Piano   Apr 29, 2012


You said the April sun
would breathe us closer,
yet all I feel is raw desire
to forget
your existence.

You won't be my antidote
for the poison in my memory-
leaving me to frost
in my best sapphire dress,
spinning in dying grass
just awaiting
what you never meant.

No more will I wear
a clock stitched to my lungs,
thinking as long as time lives
you would be able to find me
with room in my heart
instead of misery's address.

The warmth of your lips
were roses ago,
if you were here now
walking an aged road
with me and my nobody,
everything you touch
would be turned to stone
like my blood-

but the sun won't heal us,
can't direct us toward
completion;
my own heart has never
been able to sew
those who meant good,
for I linger too much on
what you swear
will make me filled.

Don't worry,
I won't breathe another
minute of you-
my own composition
won't be left to age
in idleness.

April 29, 2012.

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  • 13 years ago

    by Britt

    Comment from judging:

    This writer always has a way to tug at your heartstrings and make you feel exactly what she's feeling. She draws you in with her beautiful words perfectly placed, and those images. I swear when reading her work I truly feel specifics of what she says, and this poem is no different. The second to the last stanza got me here, it held the beauty and strength for me. This was absolutely gorgeous and so touchingly sad.

  • 13 years ago

    by Lonely Rider

    This poem is a beauty. Impressive imagery and expressions. I don't much to say except i was blown away by your write :)

  • 13 years ago

    by Lofallenve

    "This poem had everything needed to make a good piece of art, strong emotion with elegant wording that was breathtaking and I adored your clever metaphors that intrigue the reader. "

    I completely agree with that comment. This poems was so beautiful, simply amazing. <3 5/5

  • 13 years ago

    by Melpomene

    "No more will I wear
    a clock stitched to my lungs,"

    ^Particularly fell for these lines, I often write of time because I have this thing with dates, numbers, counting and I understand exactly what you were saying here. The emotional impact it had for me was very strong.

    This poem had everything needed to make a good piece of art, strong emotion with elegant wording that was breathtaking and I adored your clever metaphors that intrigue the reader.

    A real sense of longing when reading this one.

    Well done
    Mel

  • 13 years ago

    by Yakari Gabriel

    Oh no wonder Mel nominated this

    DAMMMM GIRL... :O!

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