ARES

Barbed muse,I approached youCautiously,And yet, you still drew blood. Glistening scarlet on your quillUpon an apex of contamination,It mingled with your poisonOf anger and rage. The hungered crimson fell,
Splattering... In splayed finger imagesOf thinning tendrilsDancing a three sixty And this anemic inkThat you have providedWill suit this ending

Just fine.

— Blue_Halcyon, May 22, 2009

About This Poem

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Region, Country: Florida, USA

Favorite Poets: Sylvia Plath, Rumi, Kahlil Gibran, Edgar Allen Poe, Lewis Carrol, Yeats, Bukowski, Langston Hughes, Johanne Wolfgang von Goethe, ect.

Critiques

Morgana Tragic…

17 years ago

OOOOOOOOO Misty

I really really like this one, love the blood-like and angered feel to it...I've been liking that too much lately. LOL. Glistening scarlet on your quill Upon an apex of contamination, It mingled with your poison Of anger and rage. The hungered crimson fell, Splattering… I really love these lines, they evoked such great images, Keep writing Misty, you write such amazing things! Peace N Love n hugs Katie

Geezer

17 years ago

Ares

Mingling with poison and rage! As if one could tell! I am just withdrawing from feeling rage and poison,but can appreciate just the same. Things don't always work out well for us,but perseverence in living life to its' fullest and going on despite our trials is what makes us poets I think. Katie is right. Keep on keepin' on. Hope that your studies [which take so much of your time,and keeps you from us],are going well. Gee.

iverhyck

17 years ago

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Dear friend, that's just beautiful. I don't pay attention to 'poison and rage': it's like an ivy. Konstantin.