A cake of hate iced with love, murder irate in a silk glove
Vulture with feathers of a dove, venom below gilded by illusions above
Golden ring sheathed in rust, diamonds buried in fallen dust of trust
Better love in an abhorrent crust than the canker of rancor frosted with love that's lust
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Author:
sorenbarrett (
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- Published: March 28th, 2025 03:45
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Ahh, more recipe ideas for me to feed KP with. lol.
Thanks Orchi for the read. I guess I have given you a whole cookbook by now.
Oh boy, Orchi! Can I be a 🪰 on the wall? 🤣
That sums up my experience of marriage very nicely, wonderful write enjoyed the read
Thank you Tobani for the read and support it is an issue of trust that sometimes in misplaced. Your words are always appreciated
You are very welcome
yes Love is often confused with Lust.This raises some deep questions.Powerful
Lust of sex, money, power all dumped in a melding pot and confused with a soup called love. Thank you so much for the read and comment that is most appreciated
The bit about gold rusting got me quite good as it isn’t physically possible! Good stuff🙏🏻🕊️
Glad you caught that. Although a deceptive crust may form around gold it does not tarnish and is as pure beneath as ever and so with true love. Your comments are most appreciated.
Most welcome dear Soren 🙏🏻🕊️
Hauntingly beautiful... Loved it!!!!
Thank you so much for the read and the support my friend.
Damn, Soren, this is a potent little poem that really packs a powerful punch! I love how you explore the theme—how beauty can hide rot, how love and hate blur. Love is just the icing on a much uglier, hate-rich cake. It's dark, thoughtful, and layered in such a compact space. Really well done, my friend. 🌹👏
Thanks so much Tristan for your most generous words they are most appreciated. Yes both hate and love can be disguised and it is up to us to discern which lies at the core. Emotion is always confusing even when we think it is clear.
Indeed. A wonderful poem... a rich cake layered in metaphorical truth. You are most welcome, Soren!
An absolute gem. You may laugh but it teansported me to a state of mind when I listen to gothic rock - dark and deep. The contrasts are masterful and they feel absolutely natural - a rare feat.
Thank you Rebellion for your most generous words of support they are very much appreciated.
I li9ke the symbolism and metaphors. Great work.
Thank you so much Thomas I appreciate your comment
ha! ha ! Indigestible menu !
Thanks so much for the read Lorenz
Fine words soren but the sweetness of cake will always come to us all in time.
Andy
Thanks Andy for the positive words and kind support it is appreciated
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