Notes About The Poem

This poem is not for the contest.  I had some free time, so, was inspired by the prompts for the contest.

I wanted to use assonance and alliteration to create a dark take on the language of love - as sometimes we don't need words to love or be judged on our words - but our actions are deemed as not enough.

It is a fictional poem.

“Your visions will become clear only when you can look into your own heart.” Carl Jung

 

 

The Language of Love


Now that I'm not your beloved,
and you're no longer my loyal lover,
I've scribbled a graffiti of butterflies
upon a velvet catafalque,
where the headstone resembles our memories -
such is the fragility of an accursed affinity.

In this embalmment of emotions,
the heart beats like a funeral drum.
A repeating, reverberating requiem,
echoing in a sepulchral serenade -
a grieving gospel, slowly and softly, 
soothing sorrows.

When waterfalls with spirits of sincerity,
fail to douse a smoky soul of embers -
only rampikes of ruin remain.
In the mirage of your promise of foreverness,
only obsidian roses bloom in a midnight mind,
absent of the blessings from light.
I gaze at dead leaves under fading stars,
whilst a new sunrise mentors your heart.

Our last paragraph,
recites like an autopsy record.
The muse is reluctant to write,
but I've memorised your metaphors,
that once confused the flock,
and bemused the 'beautiful ones.'
We were a vowel and a consonant,
unable to form a poetic word,
so shadows hide beneath my tongue,
grinding in the silence.

Remember when you begged to
"flirt with my demons,"
enticing me into the labyrinth of Lilith's lair,
and in my innocence,  
the illusion of intimacy and infatuation,
became as destructive as Satanic symphonies.

The heart has no need 
for the stolen Koh-I-Noor.
For, I'm content with an empty treasure chest,
seeking a vocabulary of love, 
without an obsession for words,
where poetry is not a confession,
and Voltaire vows 
give birth to virtuous devotion.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2026

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Proxenos Avatar
August 5, 2026 at 1:54 PM
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August 5, 2026 at 1:49 PM
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August 5, 2026 at 1:47 PM
Proxenos Avatar
August 5, 2026 at 1:46 PM
Hi Silent One - how emotional this poem is - as if someone you know well hurt you and your words do tell us - 'a grieving gospel, slowly and softly soothing sorrows' and the 'intamacy and Infatuation becames as destructive as Satanic symphonies', such powerful words, you did love however, for you were like a vowel and a consonant, which is so important, some never find love, you will find true love one day. Great poem my friend - your are like the birth of love stories some real, some sad but oh yes, always such a wonderful read!- LOVE YOUR POETRY SO, Hugs and blessings Jennifer.
Proxenos Avatar
August 5, 2026 at 1:40 PM
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August 5, 2026 at 1:38 PM
Jones Avatar
June 15, 2026 at 10:19 PM
Artistic alliteration and illuminating free verse with powerful word choices that fly off the page and into the land of exceptional literature! Love the colorful angst and the beautiful way you express yourself! You really should’ve entered it in a contest. But it matters not for you’ve won at least in the audience of one! Blessings Silent One and thanks for sharing your musings.
Kendrick Avatar
June 11, 2026 at 9:10 AM
Creative work. Way to go. I wanted to stop by to say a belated thank you for my name being on your winners' list in your contest about someone holding the key to secret garden of my heart. I am honored to be there. Sara K.
Etgen-Baker Avatar
June 10, 2026 at 1:18 PM
a masterpiece of imagery...emotionally engaging verse. I especially liked: In this embalmment of emotions, the heart beats like a funeral drum. wishing you well
Manley Avatar
June 7, 2026 at 2:58 AM
Ahh but Silent One, we all wish to be the subject of your Sonnets. The passion of your words stirs every heart that reads them.
Daniel Avatar
June 6, 2026 at 6:05 AM
just what I wanted to read today, raw and emotional.. glad it's fictional, SO:)
Godwin Avatar
June 4, 2026 at 7:49 PM
This kick butt poem totally rocks. May I say that without offending you in any way? It is exactly what I said aloud and though it may lack adult vocabulary and depth, it does well emphasize the impact of your pen. how about ... wow!
Ball Avatar
June 2, 2026 at 11:16 AM
A sad, bereft piece my friend. So glad it is a fictitious poem. Really well done . God Bless, JB
Rodrigues Avatar
May 30, 2026 at 6:49 PM
Dark indeed and done very well! Love: I've scribbled a graffiti of butterflies upon a velvet catafalque… In the mirage of your promise of foreverness, only obsidian roses bloom in a midnight mind…
One Avatar
June 1, 2026 at 1:18 PM
Thank you Kim..
Hind Avatar
May 29, 2026 at 9:40 PM
Very heartwrenching, a journey yes... wishing you well
One Avatar
May 29, 2026 at 11:53 PM
Thanks Paige... Best wishes..
George Avatar
May 29, 2026 at 9:07 PM
"In this embalmment of emotions, the heart beats like a funeral drum. A repeating, reverberating requiem, echoing in a sepulchral serenade -" Such a sad and soul stirring poem. I was travelling during the last two days, not at home. So couldn't respond to your beautiful comments. This poem is so sad, coming from a steaming heart. Each word strikes, digs deep. You could have entered this in the contest... would have been a sure winner. All love is not meant for 'evertogetherness'. Love all the lines, especially ---"We were a vowel and a consonant, unable to form a poetic word". Though all love don't lead to fruition, 'it is better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all'. Wonderful unloading of the heart. Great poetry as ever, dear Silent One
One Avatar
May 29, 2026 at 11:56 PM
I guess it is better to have loved and lost, but it does leave scars and wounds... But then so many yearn for love... such is the second hand nature of th emotion.. I appreciate your wonderful feedback and you taking time to comment... Sending you blessings dear poetess..
Dietrich Avatar
May 29, 2026 at 8:19 PM
By the way, your picture I see of you now looks nothing how I imagined you! You seem younger looking !
Dietrich Avatar
July 29, 2026 at 3:34 PM
I honestly don't know what age I thought you were. You had been so mysterious in the past! I can't get a good look of you from your picture here. It would be nice to see frontal view!
One Avatar
May 29, 2026 at 9:57 PM
Did you think I was old, lol... I regularly get complimented in how young i look. So i guess i dont look my age...
Anaya Avatar
May 29, 2026 at 1:18 PM
Perfectly alliterated & woven with familiar tones of love's language, breathtaking & compelling, Silent One. Love hurts, I look to a higher love for returned love~ as butterflies are free, we are not bound by the shackles of terrestrial weight! None so jaded as a stricken romantic (not you) ;)
One Avatar
May 30, 2026 at 12:06 AM
A higher love is always the best option, as that love is eternal and always present.. Butterflies are free, but such fragile creatures.... I am far from a stricken romantic lol... Thanks for your visit poetess...
DiMino Avatar
May 28, 2026 at 1:34 PM
"I gaze at dead leaves under fading stars, whilst a new sunrise mentors your heart." -- Wow, talk about hurt from a heart's betrayal. "shadows hide beneath my tongue, grinding in the silence" -- Profound imagery! Really sadly hits home. "I'm content with an empty treasure chest, seeking a vocabulary of love, without an obsession for words," -- Very poignant, and bitterly true for many of us who have been offended by love. Great writing, Poet!
One Avatar
May 30, 2026 at 12:12 AM
Thank you Joe, I tried to portray hurt and the realisation that sometimes two people are not meant to be together, despite the love they share and sometimes the language of love is not the same for two people and what is the need for language? Appreciate your visit..
Rodgers Avatar
May 28, 2026 at 11:12 AM
Oh, SO. This is absolutely breathtaking. You have this incredible way of weaving together gothic imagery and raw heartbreak with lines like "we were a vowel and a consonant, unable to form a poetic word" and "obsidian roses bloom in a midnight mind". It’s haunting, deeply vulnerable, and so brilliantly written. Thank you for sharing your soul. Blessings, Daniel
One Avatar
May 30, 2026 at 12:15 AM
Thank you.. I did go a bit goth and dark in this one.. This is a fictional poem, so not really sharing my soul.. which illuminates brightly...
Kauffman Avatar
May 28, 2026 at 10:27 AM
Dear SO! You take me through the journey of a grieving heart that remembers a precious love yet holds tight onto the "treasure chest," now empty, yet still grateful for what was. The way you craft insight and emotion into artistry using literary devices, "poetry is not a confession," rises to a place where inspiration breaths as a work of art. Thank you for these uplifting musings! I am so glad you are back swimming in the soup with us! Blessings.
One Avatar
May 30, 2026 at 12:17 AM
Thank you and I appreciate you noticing the literary devices, which I enjoy featuring in my poems... The prompts and the contest sponsor inspired me.. but I did not want to enter it into the contest..
Seeker Avatar
May 28, 2026 at 6:57 AM
Oooh ~ so, so captivating a write this is! A clear fav
One Avatar
May 30, 2026 at 12:17 AM
Thank you my friend..
Dietrich Avatar
May 27, 2026 at 8:45 PM
You really should enter this in her contest. It is very good and very much in her wheelhouse. Fabulous work, Silent One
One Avatar
May 29, 2026 at 9:57 PM
It wasnt in this poem...I remember a few creepy people... some still around.. Thanks for always being so supportive
Dietrich Avatar
May 29, 2026 at 8:17 PM
Hmm I don't see anyone being critical if this poem down here. Was it another poem of yours? Do you remember that creepy guy years ago who hated you and said bad things about your poems? I think he was English. Anyway , I thought his poetry was crap!
One Avatar
May 27, 2026 at 11:50 PM
Thank you Andrea, I wrote in a style that would suit her contest and in a manner which appeals to her... However, I do not enter contests and she has read and commented already, which as you know is against the rules! I do not check poems in my contest, until I judge.. However, I have a feeling you write one with depth and emotions for mine.... on another note, can you believe someone criticised my poetry lol.... Good thing, that I do not care.. I dont take it seriously.. I may not be the best poet in the world, but its not about that for me... its simply a channel to express... Blessings my good friend.
Onclaud Avatar
May 27, 2026 at 7:41 PM
ohh, such stirring portrayal of love found and lost, S,using symbolic artwords to express your angst ...you are not alone!
One Avatar
May 27, 2026 at 11:48 PM
We are all not alone, dear Nette... such are the dynamics of love... Thank you for your visit
Goldsmith Avatar
May 27, 2026 at 3:24 PM
Love This... Thanks for your note on the top. An old saying, "actions speak louder than words." So True... When love or friendship is over "the heart beats like a funeral drum." Love this line. Again So True... I feel you have had deep loss/sadness to write this deep/wonderful "The Language of Love." Have a lovely day writing away............
One Avatar
May 27, 2026 at 11:47 PM
This is a fictional poem my friend, but that is exactly the imagery I was trying to create.. I am not sure everyone will feel that emotion from the poem, but I am happy you understood it... Always appreciate your visit, kind soul.. Blessings.
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