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Eve (Flames of Desire)
Contributed by
unorthodox
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Monday, 27th June 2011 @ 01:54:49 PM in AEST
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Her luminance girthed
in shade's of chrisom,
her purpose exceeds
the wrath of time,
the promise to love
is only illusion,
for she's broken
every man’s heart
Symbolically spoken,
are the thoughts
on her mind,
on confusion's back
she serenades,
no reference not guided
by her hand will exist,
today, tomorrow, or yesterday
Charming and illusive
is the sincerity
of her smile
hypnotic the slither
of her tongue
global the range
of her counterfeit torch,
which only fuel's
the flames of desire
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Re: Eve (Flames of Desire)
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by ming on
Thursday, 7th July 2011 @ 01:07:49 PM AEST
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Haha! I think you scared just about everyone with this one. Who's Eve? Are all us females Eve? Can Eve ever really love? Will her kiss kill? LOL! Sorry. I LOVE IT!
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Re: Eve (Flames of Desire)
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by FlintHunter on
Friday, 2nd September 2011 @ 06:28:49 PM AEST
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This seems to me a very sad poem. It sounds like the speaker is dejected -- and very much so. Eve seems a thing of the most untrustworthy kind -- and she seems to represent, here, all those of her gender. There is bitterness here...
Sometimes such painful feelings are the stuff of honest -- open -- poetry; it is a paradox. You've a powerful poem here.
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Re: Eve (Flames of Desire)
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by desire on
Sunday, 12th August 2012 @ 03:15:11 PM AEST
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nothing is as it seems the world is becoming one big illusion, a show if you will
and everyone is lining up for tickets to the biggest show of all, and there in lies the down fall |
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