11-18-2024, 04:15 AM
Siren's Wish
My voice entrances,
Lures the masses,
Both trickster and lover combined.
I’m often hated,
Scoffed at and berated,
Though adoration is my dying wish.
To be desired, wanted,
A whispered wish, not discarded.
So I entice you with my song.
In hopes love is true,
But when you come to,
The truth shows its vicious face.
You have made me a fool,
My pride lends no grace.
So I am left with only one choice.
I wipe my tears,
As I see it through,
And I fill your lungs with darkened blue.
BTW, I'm loving this daily prompt activity. It's fun to work our poetry muscles while also keeping it unserious. Sometimes I feel like poetry can feel stuffy and pretentious, when it doesn't always have to.
My voice entrances,
Lures the masses,
Both trickster and lover combined.
I’m often hated,
Scoffed at and berated,
Though adoration is my dying wish.
To be desired, wanted,
A whispered wish, not discarded.
So I entice you with my song.
In hopes love is true,
But when you come to,
The truth shows its vicious face.
You have made me a fool,
My pride lends no grace.
So I am left with only one choice.
I wipe my tears,
As I see it through,
And I fill your lungs with darkened blue.
BTW, I'm loving this daily prompt activity. It's fun to work our poetry muscles while also keeping it unserious. Sometimes I feel like poetry can feel stuffy and pretentious, when it doesn't always have to.