Oh nameless grace with freckled face
Oh desert rose with curls and claws
In poverty your warm embrace
Is opulence beyond the laws
In all these times of blood and rage
A mourning dove still calls and coos
A poet still bleeds on the page
And paints you in his reds and blues
Behind the garden of his thoughts
A garnet and a ruby met
The garnet woes your beauty spots
The ruby envies your ringlets
The tavern guard will disregard
For I combine you with his wine
Give that good bard, my warm regard
Give me what's mine and should be mine
Oh reader read and listener hear
The magic of my tragic pen
A drop of my beloved's tear
Is sweeter now, was sweeter then
No herb can heal neither conceal
No reading, ritual chant or hymn,
Oh help me deal with this ordeal
Or let my cure be in this rhyme.
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Author:
Anas Merchant (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Been learning euphony and the effect of melody and incantations have upon the reading mind! i wish to create poetry which flows easily and effortlessly from the tongue, and the tongue does not have to stop to enunciate an extra syllable or a harsh syllable! trying to make it easier to read and even read out loud, i know my syntax isnt that great, as english isnt my first language, but im trying infuse the kings english to the persian and arabic soul!
- Category: Love
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Comments1
For one who English is not the first tongue well done I say. Meter so important in poetry as is the message itself. Very nicely written
My meter has slipped in places as I sacrificed it for euphony and to give the poetry a flow which makes the reader read it out loud!
Anas your sophistication in the art of poetry is not only growing but surpasses mine.
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