Beast of Love. [Huitain]

by Natasha   Feb 24, 2013


What any man fails to confess mostly;
The hands of misery hold him tonight.
As he hears the voices whispers closely,
Little did he know, he would later lose his sight.
Since that moment, he suffers in a plight.
Alas, he had then know nothing much more.
That even if he lost all his might,
He only needs love to make his soul soar.

(C) NAC. Natasha~

*Written for Colm's 7-Day Contest: Day 2 (02.06.13)

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  • 11 years ago

    by Amreen

    Wow... I see a lady emerging as another example of form writer! This is so thoughtful and brilliant.
    Keep writing:)

  • 11 years ago

    by Khalid M Darwish

    Insightful piece! Stunning! The word choice is brilliant and the rhyming is loveable. I encourage you to write this way.

  • 11 years ago

    by The Queen

    What a beast of a title, and this is for starters. :)

    As a beginner, I think that you are impressively improving (note the alliteration here, which is also incorporated in this poem of yours:

    "much more", and "soul sour".

    "Little did he know, he would later [lose] his sight.
    ^ probably, just a typo, but I thought, I should let you know.

    Well, good job writing in this form. Rules were strictly adhered to, syllable count and rhyme scheme were flawless. And, this is, in my opinion, the best formed poem, you have written, so far, that, aside from haiku and senryu. And I'm looking forward to read more.

    :)

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