Tattered Perfection
It's painful-
to think of you-
One of those Seven Wonders.
Brittle-
Lost-
and Forgotten.
Nothing more
Than a man-
Glorified in my mind
into something unattainable-
untouched-
and twice as taken.
But still there
taking admiration-
giving cynicism
Byronic-
But forgotten-
Loved-
But unaware of how much.
Beautiful-
in all tattered perfection...
So write me a Sonnet
Druid God.
toredbloodink commented on Tattered Perfection
03-14-2017
theladyz commented on Tattered Perfection
07-28-2009
07/28/2009
Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion.
T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| No One Can Understand | 2 | 07/16/2009 |
| Reckless Behavior | 2 | 06/17/2009 |
| I Smile for You | 4 | 07/06/2009 |
| I Remember the Days | 1 | 05/29/2009 |
| To Be a Muse | 1 | 05/29/2009 |
| There's No Beauty in the Breakdown | 3 | 05/29/2009 |
| Celtic Background Music | 1 | 05/29/2009 |
| You Told Me It Would Be This Way | 2 | 05/29/2009 |
| Untitled | 1 | 05/29/2009 |
| What Keeps Me Alive | 0 | 05/29/2009 |
| Confused, With My Head Ducked in Laughter | 1 | 05/29/2009 |
| In That Instant | 0 | 05/29/2009 |
| Tattered Perfection | 2 | 05/29/2009 |
| Criticism | 1 | 05/29/2009 |
| Good Ol' Life Experience | 0 | 05/29/2009 |
| Confusion | 1 | 05/29/2009 |
| Words | 1 | 05/29/2009 |
| Standing | 0 | 06/05/2009 |
| Untitled | 1 | 06/05/2009 |
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