The MaidenThe Maiden3 years ago in Concrete Poetry
Once a being, just once to find,
she blossomed between the folds of time;
a maiden whom no words defined.
Her qualities, such were divine.
A rose which when expressed, would shine
with beauty, love; the words would rhyme
when seen as one, in one so fine.
Ones heart would melt and so did mine.
But life, it is true, was never kind,
to lives of beings like hers and mine.
For things do change, cocoons do split.
Mountains too, shall crush to grit.
Fate is what, none can escape.
Endowed it is; feel free to debate.
She lit in me, an unknown spark,
like fireflies, they spin, they dart,
fascinating the world and I,
Such were the wonders of her eyes.
But yearn as I might, might I cry,
Scream my heart, tear through the sky,
what's meant shall happen, no ado,
such brief a gaze, I never knew.
No words I held within I spoke.
Who knew she'd disappear like smoke.
And since that day, I feel that I am;
condemned for crimes committed by
but wait am I one to decide?
What's right or wrong? Don't live
The MaidenOh, sweet Daughter of NatureThe Maiden3 years ago in Free Verse
Thrown down, down, down into the depths of the Underworld
Taken by force, so tempting of pure radiance
Residing on a throne of bleeding bones
Queen of screaming souls, innocence corrupted by shadows
Corralled in the tormenting land of freezing hellfire
Defiled by the Lord of the Dead
Tricked by cruel fate to taste the forbidden fruit
To remain forever a prisoner until wrapped in a mother's loving embrace
Weep not, Fair Maiden, for deliverance is at hand
By the kiss of a saccharine summer breeze