[Venomous Vixen]

Hollowed out this tree,
Trapped, between parched bark
and the bounds of the sky,
Confined, to this endless dark.

Blooms have all but wilted,
Shunned from the sun, they fell,
Petals line the eternal grave
In this hallowed tree I dwell.

Branches now tangled corpses,
Bleeding out the life that's gone,
Standing, keeping me captive
Here, remaining Death's pawn.

And the poison climbs the roots,
Trickles into my aching heart,
Grasping for the purity of youth,
In the bark, I can't depart.

** This will be used in "Fallen Angel" and was written with that in mind

[Nupur]

Wow Bri! This was beautiful. The simplicity added to its charm. I could picture the entire thing. The rhyme scheme was beautiful and highly effective.

And I can see this in the context of Fallen Angel. It's going to suit it perfectly.

[Venomous Vixen]

Thank you very much hun! It is funny but rhyme all comes flooding back when I write with a song in mind. It took me a long time to break from it but I am liking it again

[Vorcla]

This is perfectly, exquisitely harrowing. Imagine a beautiful young woman, a singer/songwriter, rough around the edges now, writing this when she hits the bottom of the barrel of drug abuse. Great, stark images - Death, poison, corpses. This will be perfect when that scene comes. She finishes the song, blinks, and collapses on stage.

This is too fine, Bri. Great job!

[Venomous Vixen]

Thank you very much Rick! I am honored you are using my works, not only using but have asked me to specifically write them for your story. I agree, this one will have the proper impact

[Maylar]

Here is another pearl...and, heavens, it's a great one.
I was actually drawn by the title, and click it just to see what's under it (knowing (and liking) the other works of VV))...and then, stood frozen by the words.
But, in my mind, there's a picture (I know it has little to do with a real meaning of this poem)...
Imagine a dreyad (myth tree nymphs), poisoned by a dying tree she's irreversible entangled with, with no way out. They lived together, they die together. Once her home, it will be her grave. She's trapped, she's dying...she knows that. Her mind is filled by the dark, gloom predictions and thoughts. As poison of decay moves through the tree bark and her veins too, more and more she sees things uglier, worse, rot, 'till the end. She can't fight death...she is powerless and on the end, they both die.
Not a pretty picture (far from it ), but it raved inside my mind, while I read this poem.
Anyway, with that image, or without it, the poem is great!

[Venomous Vixen]

Thank you Maylar! I love when people tell me what image my work conjured up in there mind, and you know you were not far off... it was about a woman, and a beautiful one at that, tangled in branches and roots she could not break free of, though my intent was a bit more metaphorical you got the overall image. Thank you again and glad to see you around!!

[Rain]

This gave nasty images indeed. Honestly it was great, I don't know how in the name of bloody hell you can conjure up such nasty images like that But good job *shivers* those are some damn nasty images

[Venomous Vixen]

hehehe thank you very much Tay! Actually, these were written for Rick's story, one of a series, and they were supposed to touch on drug use and the life of an addict... It seems the awful truth of that came across well. Thanks for reading hun!

[Vail]

Gah.. I'm glad I read your 55 first. Not really a huge fan of this one. For one, you're rhyming. Ugh... two.. the content just seemed to be cheapened by the rhyming. If it didn't seem so forced it would be one thing, but meh.. whateva. I'm being a negative nancy. I'll touch on the positives so as not to make this a totally unsalvageable review.

I like the idea of being trapped beneath the bark in this tree. Your play on hallowed and hollowed is also worth mentioning and pretty good. Ummm... yeah. Well those are the parts that I like.

I thought your flow was off a little bit because you were struggling to place words that rhyme within the piece. You constantly change it's nature throughout the course of the poem and it's just not appealing to me. Meh.. love you Bri... hooray for beer.

[Venomous Vixen]

Haha, I would not guess this would be one of your favorites. They were actually written with the intent of being lyrics and when I get in that mode I can not seem to shake rhyme, which I know how much you love Thanks for reading hun, haha and I love you too Oh and put the beer down and have some Jack.

[RENA HANDS]

Being no expert in poetry other knowing what I like, I strongly applaud the imagery, again and the rhyme. And I am following Fallen Angel and must agree it definitely fits the atmosphere of the story so far.

Branches now tangled corpses, (Wickedly brilliant!): evil:

I will rate 5/5!

[Venomous Vixen]

Thank you very much that means a ton