• Death

    Poem Commentary

    "What goes around....."



    like a cruel queen
    tied to a crude stake
    she burned in the flames of fate
    for one day she did meet her match
    snakes of fruition began to hatch
    her castle sank within its moat
    and serfs did punch holes in her boat
    and dragons breathed with burning breath
    and sanctioned life with scorching death
    her credit cards did rust, recessed
    disgraced just like her family crest
    she once sat high all poised and perched
    believed her strengths outweighed the church

    now pawns all pale in worthless white
    sent viruses to her website
    computers crashed and turned to ash
    and thrown out with the evening trash

    this cruel queen, this crude stake
    she burned in the flames of fate.


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    sanctus commented on ash


    This is an awesome poem. I enjoyed this poem..................



    thank you so very much, sanctus !

    devaamido commented on ash


    The "Positive Predictive Value" of this poem's thesis increases daily these days.



    thank you....it will continue to increase. thank you for taking the time to read.

    purdylox commented on ash


    wow from castles to computers wow just wow I dont know what else to say but wow



    thank you for stopping by to gaze upon my craze....i do appreciate it so.

    Olan01 commented on ash


    Geez, Crush it almost sounds like a satirical poem about Sarah Palin, lol. I like this write of the fall of the queen bee.



    LOL...this one's quirky. people have a few different ideas about what it's about, who it's about. i wrote it about america. thank you for your time, my friend.



    I will read it again with America in mind.



    History will speak and judge but I believe America is on a downhill slide and soon to be mere memories.

    trocka7 commented on ash


    This is great, the flow is magnificent and the visuals that you bring to my mind's eye are clear and bright. I loved it, thanks for sharing this! You are such a gifted writer :)



    i really like this poem. i like it more now that you like it....lol. thank you for such kind words.

    A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

    Crush’s Poems (59)

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    Santa Claus Is Coming Around 1
    skin 2
    the midnight girl 1
    hold 1
    here 0
    the other 1
    flashback 1
    violent pretty 1
    the people in the attic 1
    the ride 1
    my nightmares are awake 1
    no bugs 6
    waiting 3
    welcome 5
    a fetus in a clear bowling ball 6
    crows feet 7
    rats 5
    the mobster 4
    perfect 6
    jumper 5
    lady godiva 3
    malaise 3
    pirate 4
    flight on time 3
    fear of falling 4
    unfinished crow ? 5
    touch ( aka, am i made of summer ) 8
    elephant 5
    cancer 8
    skyline 5
    st. saviour 2
    satellites 4
    were you waiting for me ? 10
    snapshot 5
    fists 12
    lauren 17
    insomnia 18
    ceremony 12
    mother 14
    ash 27
    the june bug 15
    low 19
    thorns 10
    paralyzed 9
    mr. sparkle 15
    dresses 15
    glass 13
    cemetaries 18
    throe 18
    if i fell in love 27
    pills 22
    off black 20
    mannequin 22
    umbrage 12
    sick boy 12
    kelly has a big head 21
    unfairly fairy 26