Beren
02-03-2006, 12:13 AM
Here is a poem I have recently written and submitted to a poetry contest; it is written in iambic quadrameter and in AAXA rhyme... so please comment, criticize, or compliment:
Beware the Valentine Virus
Now I lament on Valentine’s,
No love or vows that I will find.
For all around is pestilence
That will make sick the mortal mind.
In breath, this germ is borne and spread
Through humor red, infected bled.
Refuse a kiss for fear of this.
For I myself, have filled with dread
Now I, myself, have felt the pain
And fear this plague that makes men lame.
Fear not the hurt of heart or head
For thou, I’ll heal, from ill and bane.
When burns the brain or chaf’d thy chest,
Chop off the head, this way is best.
Cut out the heart, and free thyself
From hurtful love, this way is best.
“When all is lost, then thou shall live”
To thee this cure, I freely give.
For it is thee, that I so love,
For whom I’d love to see survive.
Beware the Valentine Virus
Now I lament on Valentine’s,
No love or vows that I will find.
For all around is pestilence
That will make sick the mortal mind.
In breath, this germ is borne and spread
Through humor red, infected bled.
Refuse a kiss for fear of this.
For I myself, have filled with dread
Now I, myself, have felt the pain
And fear this plague that makes men lame.
Fear not the hurt of heart or head
For thou, I’ll heal, from ill and bane.
When burns the brain or chaf’d thy chest,
Chop off the head, this way is best.
Cut out the heart, and free thyself
From hurtful love, this way is best.
“When all is lost, then thou shall live”
To thee this cure, I freely give.
For it is thee, that I so love,
For whom I’d love to see survive.