Black: Undefined, Defined, Redefined

by Fellow Whos Fell Low In Love   Jun 21, 2007


Black is a shade, of the deepest shadow
That smudges one's painted art;
Or stains the cloak of the mourning widow,
Whose edged blade embraced his heart.

Black is the obscure mood of mystery, A
Secret boxed in the coffin of the mind,
Screaming release with bitter hysteria.
Open it and procure the blackness undefined.

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  • 17 years ago

    by *Charisma*

    Loved the line about it staining the cloak of the widow. That was really great. You did a very nice job with this piece. The last line was a tad longer than the rest, but other than that, this poem was brilliant. Great job!
    Charisma*

  • 17 years ago

    by Nix

    This poem is fantastic. You created amazing atmosphere, short but still very powerful. Every line is written superbly.
    Well done! 5/5

  • 17 years ago

    by C Cattaway

    Wow.. how you put this across!! This is amazingly written. You are very clever!! Your profile mentions guitar.. do you write songs too? This shows your ability, and I think it's outstanding.. xx

  • 17 years ago

    by What A Beautiful Lie

    I really like this poems. I usually don't like stuff like this, but the poems is really amazing.

  • 17 years ago

    by The Even Numbered Nephew

    Yours was one of my favorites in that collaboration. i sohuld put my yellow poem on here.

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