She Was Beauty
She was beauty set in stone -
I couldn't move her,
she wouldn't moan.
She was beauty
black and deep.
She was beauty,
she was sleep.
She was beauty
held at bay;
Held by me
some might say.
She was beauty, turning wild;
though demuring/
never mild.
👁 2💬 0
Something wrong with this poem?
Replies are closed for this poem.
Your Poem's Voice
See what makes your poem unique — its voice, energy, themes, and the literary traditions it draws from.
Comments (0)
No comments yet. Be the first to share your thoughts.
Log in to leave a comment.