Oh, To Love and Sing

By Eadgar Anton Crowe

I found a love with lacy tones
And structured divots on her dulcet bones
Her hair shimmered over ivory skin
And when I touched her pale, she would sing

Oh, she brought me to tears
Again and again I plucked her strings
She tugged my heart and tore my soul

I'd kiss her bones and on she'd go

Songs over the simple truth
A lonely boy in a lonely room 
Who played and slaved with love

And gave his life,
His soul to what?

A Piano  

Unauthorized Copying Is Prohibited. Ask the author first.
Copyright 2016 Christopher Allen
Published on Sunday, November 14, 2021.     Filed under: "Poetry"
Log In or Join (free) to see the special features here.

Comments on "Oh, To Love and Sing"

Log in to post comments.
  • Queazenart On Saturday, July 30, 2016, Queazenart (212)By person wrote:

    By the end of the first stanza I was like "Oh no, another lame woe-is-me love poem about some pasty bimbo", but that fun twist at the end made me smile a big, dumb smile.

  • NikesRain On Saturday, July 30, 2016, NikesRain (1298)By person wrote:

    i will just say..... stunning

Contribution Level

Eadgar Anton Crowe's Favorite Poets
Eadgar Anton Crowe's Favorite Works
Share/Save This Post



Join DarkPoetry Join to get a profile like this for yourself. It's quick and free.

How to Criticize Without Causing Offense
© 1998-2024 DarkPoetry LLC
Donate
[Join (free)]    [More Poetry]    [Get Help]    [Our Poets]    [Read Poems]    [Terms & Privacy]