I've been trying hard to write poetry since early last year, but I've only really written about one subject: love. I don't know what else to write about, but have recently tried writing a poem that strayed strongly from the subject, and it's one of cannibalism. Maybe it was because I watched three Hannibal Lecter movies. Can I have some opinions about my poem, or subjects that I could write about?
-Cannibalistic Intent
-Cannibalistic Intent
A small blade, reflecting a single ray of light on its point,
Being held firmly in the callus-ridden hands of a humanoid figure
With violent intent.
A grimace, crack-lipped, awkward, salivating smile
Carved from cheek to cheek
Widening as the blade falls closer.
Closer
To caress the skin of still warm
Body laying motionless upon the bright green grass;
Neck lightly glittered with a crimson red scarf
That trickles down from grass
To ground.
Eyes giving a dead stare to the sky,
Reflecting the prey?s disturbing outline
In the iris and pupil.
And without flinching--
With no motion whatsoever--
The blade sinks.
Down from the sternum
To the lower abdomen--
The blade glides easily.
A gentle movement of the hands
To place the sharpened steel on the ground--
Its purpose fulfilled.
Hands to the ground,
And lips upon the newly placed wound.
Legs and neck tense,
And teeth are closed on a flap of freshly cut,
Unappetizing skin--
Dinner commences.
Violent pulls tear flesh in a jagged, yet artful, motion;
Pushes further the tear and reveal the maze of
Intestines, muscle, nerves and veins.
A cannibalistic intent pursued to completion,
And a hunger satisfied more
And more.
Blood dripping from the chin,
Flesh caught between the morbid teeth of prey;
But eyes fixed upon the scraps,
Gleaming joyfully
As a child would
When given sweets.
Blade softly recovered from untainted grounds,
The bloated cannibal gleefully skips
Across the picturesque scene of the sun
Sprouting its last rays of light through the sporadically placed trees
On a late spring evening
As the corpse remains slowly begin to decompose.
Being held firmly in the callus-ridden hands of a humanoid figure
With violent intent.
A grimace, crack-lipped, awkward, salivating smile
Carved from cheek to cheek
Widening as the blade falls closer.
Closer
To caress the skin of still warm
Body laying motionless upon the bright green grass;
Neck lightly glittered with a crimson red scarf
That trickles down from grass
To ground.
Eyes giving a dead stare to the sky,
Reflecting the prey?s disturbing outline
In the iris and pupil.
And without flinching--
With no motion whatsoever--
The blade sinks.
Down from the sternum
To the lower abdomen--
The blade glides easily.
A gentle movement of the hands
To place the sharpened steel on the ground--
Its purpose fulfilled.
Hands to the ground,
And lips upon the newly placed wound.
Legs and neck tense,
And teeth are closed on a flap of freshly cut,
Unappetizing skin--
Dinner commences.
Violent pulls tear flesh in a jagged, yet artful, motion;
Pushes further the tear and reveal the maze of
Intestines, muscle, nerves and veins.
A cannibalistic intent pursued to completion,
And a hunger satisfied more
And more.
Blood dripping from the chin,
Flesh caught between the morbid teeth of prey;
But eyes fixed upon the scraps,
Gleaming joyfully
As a child would
When given sweets.
Blade softly recovered from untainted grounds,
The bloated cannibal gleefully skips
Across the picturesque scene of the sun
Sprouting its last rays of light through the sporadically placed trees
On a late spring evening
As the corpse remains slowly begin to decompose.