Love poetry as of late

So. This is my contribution to this weeks TOP. It's not really on prompt, but I liked it. I've been inspired to write love-y dove-y poetry as of late, although this is darker than I intended. Questions, comments and constructive criticisms are always welcome.

Rain cascading down car windows

Mimics the feeling pouring inside

Eyes close for the space of a moment

A lone tear silently escapes

Forging a path of heart break, loneliness and grief

Splashing into a pool of love, lust and desire

Ripples on the pristine waters

Upset the fragile balance

Sending lives spinning into chaos

Unexplained emotions bubble to the surface

Never say never when it comes to matters of the heart

TOP

So. I couldn't think of a poem for this weeks TOP, but I did have a small bit of a poem come to me. I've had... an interesting... almost two weeks with a new beau, and this poem popped in my head. It's probably not finished, but I am going to go ahead a put it on here. Mayhap it's to your liking. It is untitled and unfinished as of yet.

Questions, comments and criticisms are always welcome and encouraged.

You’ve been on my mind for a while

Our chance meeting stapled to the wall

A mural painted with burning inks

Late nights draw cinnamon shadows

Photographs of conversations taste of coffee

You’ve stolen my soul not yet my heart

TOP Quotation

So. My poem for this week didn't quite turn out how I expected. It went from being a poem inspired by one of my favorite quotations, to a poem against Fundamentalist Christianity. So. Yeah. It's supposed to be read in a mildly sarcastic light.

The quotation is: "We desire nothing so much as what we ought not to have." -Publilius Syrus

On to the poem. Questions, Comments and Criticisms are always welcome and encouraged.

(Desire is the Devil’s Work)

We are all Sinners and Saints

Alike, none more pure than the next

We crave mortal pleasures,

Lust, Gluttony, Greed,

The downfall of our perceived

Righteousness, the epitome

Of transgressions against The Crown.

We are invincible believers,

Our offenses are redeemed

By the Blood of the Innocent,

The slaughtered, sacrificial Lamb,

We deface His memory

With the lechery of commercialization,

Overtones of avarice, and the eager

Insatiability of childish exuberance.

We pay lip service to our beloved

Creator, ignoring His commands,

Instead eating of the forbidden fruit.

There’s ignorance in the bliss

Of siding with the snake,

Whose whispered words ring

All too true in the troubled times of today.

Our morality is skewed,

Television and movies show

Our children everything they shouldn’t,

And we wonder why when they do.

Sex and violence sell everything,

Including Bibles and documentaries,

We desire to know where it all began.