I like Poe, can you tell?


To the Beauty Now Dead

Beauty preserved in death's repose
a dream so still
a pocelain rose
Quiet "I love yous" locked behind threaded lips
So many soft touches lost on dead fingertips
Hair that once was perfumed
has lost it's scent
Eyes once so dreamy
empty now with a life spent
A hollow shell where her heart did reside
Darkness and cold now fill her inside
One final touch on her cold brow
He will soon join her
He knows this somehow.



Poetry by Jessica Rexroat
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Written on 2006-09-13 at 21:52

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Phyllis J. Rhodes
Yes my daughter this is indead Poe' tic!
And as his works, simply brilliant!
2006-09-14


Kathy Lockhart
I love the title and then comes the body of the poem. Super! Your talent is shining! I love its brilliance. xx kathy
2006-09-14