The moment I first saw her,
Ever since I was attracted to her,
I was enchanted and spellbound,
Neglecting the existence around.
At first sight it is but is it love? I wonder,
Or maybe just the animal instinct I can't order.
Because pure is too far from it,
And There's too much insincererity in it.
Her flawless face defines the word perfect,
Like wonders built by phenomenal architect.
Her splendid figure was beyond compare,
Like Aphrodite goddess of beauty, I dare.
The image of her in my dream,
Flowing every twilight like a stream,
Her unparalled charm struck my brain,
Leaving me an unforgettable heart strain.
Slowly my desire for her grew bigger,
Slipping away from my radar, greatly I fear.
I ran and ran to catch my prey,
Closer I got more lost was my way.
Every dark me and her in a bed together,
Sadly that was just a scene I picture,
Forgetting the sins I might forever acquire,
To the deepest and fierce pit I enter.
Written by: Cristwever Wong
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Saturday, September 20, 2014
Saturday, September 13, 2014
FEVER!
It start with a warm welcome,
Saying hi, coughing very calm,
Like a ninja in Edo period War,
Marching in a stealthy car.
Then the invisible fire burn,
From leaves to branch waiting in turn,
Once the heat reach the roots of all,
Masters of troubles seems to call.
When the fire reach the highest point,
Like a pathetic coward infront of a sword point,
When it feels like everything will crumble,
Even the greatest of greats have no choice but trembles.
The fire does not end there,
If one think so, then he is wrong in every way.
It will reach inside; deep down,
Making one's day upside down.
It gives sensation of a nightmare,
mock you down like everyone care,
Wrapped in a carpet bending your body,
Like lifting trophy for unfunny comedy.
It makes you weak at the knees,
Messes your head like the bees',
No one want to be this way,
Trust me, I am aware.
Written by: Cristwever Wong
This poem can be used for free as long as the name of the author is included and the author is given credit.
If the poem is published online, please include a link to this post.
Saying hi, coughing very calm,
Like a ninja in Edo period War,
Marching in a stealthy car.
Then the invisible fire burn,
From leaves to branch waiting in turn,
Once the heat reach the roots of all,
Masters of troubles seems to call.
When the fire reach the highest point,
Like a pathetic coward infront of a sword point,
When it feels like everything will crumble,
Even the greatest of greats have no choice but trembles.
The fire does not end there,
If one think so, then he is wrong in every way.
It will reach inside; deep down,
Making one's day upside down.
It gives sensation of a nightmare,
mock you down like everyone care,
Wrapped in a carpet bending your body,
Like lifting trophy for unfunny comedy.
It makes you weak at the knees,
Messes your head like the bees',
No one want to be this way,
Trust me, I am aware.
Written by: Cristwever Wong
This poem can be used for free as long as the name of the author is included and the author is given credit.
If the poem is published online, please include a link to this post.
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