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Written for the contest " in the cold embrace of death" sponsored by Sara Jama, written from the perspective of an individual that battled the torment of domestic violence ...

When the dusk bleeds epitaph roses, and the blackbird sings wilted elegies, I search for a glimpse of gold beneath tender ingrains of soundless tears and sightless fears. But to feel the broken wings of life, must I breathe coffin-laced vows amidst the haunting air that tastes like stone-sleet sorrow? For I’ve long been a phantom bride to the deadliest fangs of the devil, veiled in vicious violets, throned in the tempest of torment, plagued by a curse spelled as lethal love, concealing threefold threats between vampire verses, with moonlit musings stuck in the ice-cold embrace of death… O raven heart, what am I to trust when bluest bruises are believed in the figment of fog’s fine art, cornered in the catacomb cacophony, choking the chorus of mourning? I walk on sharpened eggshells, afraid of the unwelcome fist of abuse, with ashes of promises~ fed from the claws of the beloved Satan, cloaked in Romeo’s ruby ruins, reciting sepulcher chants, confusing the sun in my soul, constricting the tunnel of trauma, exhaling the naive rhythm of my name. As I am the essence of collapsed crystals, a whimsical wreckage, ostracized and strangled, while silence knows the seething symphony of shame. As tomorrow is a sickening cyclone awaiting to condone patience, humming heinous hymns to soothe the scarred cracks that grew within the hellish haven of wicked wilderness, that homed corpse flowers of fragility, oblivious to the pain hanging on hollow walls, highlighted with gruesome glows of glistening grief, when truth is obscured in strained stains of clandestine chaos...

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Date: 4/18/2025 10:13:00 AM
Congratulations seem to be on speed dial for your writes, Ink. Soundless tears are the most heart wrenching kind. Congratulations on your lines being recognized as a winner.
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Date: 4/18/2025 9:04:00 AM
Dear Ink, soulful poet, your piercing, poignant verse creates a heart-wrenching portrait of someone experiencing the tormenting toll of domestic abuse. Deadly danger lurks in the seductive yet sadistic nature of the abuser toward the abused. Your deep, dark sensory imagery and intriguing metaphors brings the despair to poignant, tragic life on the poetic page. The beauty of your empathy shines in highlighting this grave issue. Congratulations for your success in Sara's contest. Warmest wishes, my enlightened friend.. ~Susan
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Date: 4/16/2025 6:08:00 AM
Congratulations on placing in my contest. As always your writing delivers everytime. You are definitely the queen of metaphors. You always use them so brilliantly. "As tomorrow is a sickening cyclone awaiting to condone patience, humming heinous hymns to soothe the scarred cracks that grew within the hellish haven of wicked wilderness, that homed corpse flowers of fragility," is definitely my favourite stanza in your poem.
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Date: 4/15/2025 9:19:00 AM
Very well written I love every line, impeccable as always, congratulations
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Date: 4/15/2025 3:43:00 AM
You win the trophy for being most fluent in poetry lol, I love this to no end, Congrats dear heart, this is the best !
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Date: 4/15/2025 6:35:00 AM
Awwn arent you an angel! Thank you so much precious rose! Haha what more do i need than presence of kind souls like you!
Date: 4/14/2025 8:29:00 PM
My lovely new poetic friend, your use of adjectives and alliteration always enhances your lines. Your empathy and compassion are in evidence, not only in your poetry, but also in your comments. They are never strained or ambiguous. Your entry was a fine choice for being among those topping the list.
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Date: 4/15/2025 6:35:00 AM
Ah thank you so much for being so kind and generous always with your comments, a poet like you, with so much experience, when you leave such remarks, it surely does make me feel like i must be doing something right. Im beyond grateful dear linnersz
Date: 4/14/2025 7:41:00 PM
Wow! Those first four lines are as good as any I’ve ever read in any poem. And the rest did them all justice. If this was my contest this would have placed first on my list. Excellent writing.
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Date: 4/15/2025 6:38:00 AM
Ah thank you so much dear keith, maybe you should have been the sponsor haha, just kidding, some might disagree with you. And some might get tired of seeing my name as a winner! Appreciate your kind feedback. Sending you light always
Date: 4/14/2025 12:51:00 AM
what else can i say but poesy truly visceral, ink! I was almost without breath after reading this intense write!
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Date: 4/13/2025 10:10:00 PM
You nailed it. Abuse leading to eventual death. Such a hellish existence women endure never know when their abuser will go too far. Excellent images. A big win for sure
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Date: 4/13/2025 9:17:00 PM
"For I’ve long been a phantom bride to the deadliest fangs of the devil, veiled in vicious violets, throned in the tempest of torment" I understand that you have been waging a long term war against domestic violence. It is a topic that needs to be addressed, as so many suffer silently from the pangs of this vicious crime. Unfortunately it is growing more and more rampant in our 'cultured' society. Many suffer death while living and they die several times before their actual death. In your beautiful alliterative line-they are under "gruesome glows of glistening grief". Great poem dear sweet Empress. Hats off! All the Best in the contest.
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Date: 4/13/2025 5:57:00 PM
IE, you have a way to make it seem terrible. I'm thinking this is not a life for anyone. The despair you paint is painful to fathom. Thanks for all the power in your writing!! Take care.
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Date: 4/13/2025 5:42:00 PM
The panic of soul is palpable as heartache mired in quiet cold isolation Poetess. This poem rivets the eyes of life to Death's stare. Your syncopation with Satan is spellbinding. "haunting air that tastes like stone sleet sorrow.." intense. I also appreciate your expert alliteration...J.A.B.
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Date: 4/13/2025 4:52:00 PM
‘ fed from the claws of the beloved Satan’…. You touch on domestic abuse so well. Let your words resonate for all to hear!
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Date: 4/13/2025 4:26:00 PM
Your ink never has a chance to dry, its always fresh and powerful, God bless your pen and you my friend :)
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Date: 4/13/2025 3:13:00 PM
Ink, your darkly beautiful poem, addresses the topic of domestic violence, with such eloquence and haunting imagery! Best of wishes for the contest.
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Date: 4/13/2025 12:32:00 PM
Dear Ink, What a wonderful poem on death, tragedy, and love in suffering. It shows the conflict between yearning and sorrow and the lingering repercussions of past interactions and events via beauty and decay. Pain from lost love, emotional abuse, and trauma is also addressed in the poem. The use of roses, blackbirds, and ravens to symbolize beauty and death creates a gloomy atmosphere. Your language evokes vivid pictures and strong emotions. Words like "dusk," "coffin-laced," "phantom," "vicious violets," and "sepulcher" add gloom. Best creative waves to you
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Date: 4/13/2025 12:12:00 PM
When the dusk bleeds epitaph roses,.. ooo that opening line!!! soundless tears and sightless fears.Mm love that line .. breathe coffin-laced vows amidst the haunting air that feels like stone-sleet sorrow?.. deadliest fangs of the devil, veiled in vicious violets, ooo.. the vampirey fantasy vibe n the that heaviness!!! Love it!!! bluest bruises are believed in the figment of fog’s fine art, cornered in the catacomb cacophony, choking the chorus of mourning? Yazzzz come through alliterations!!! while silence knows the seething symphony of shame. .. humming heinous hymns to soothe the scarred cracks that grew within the hellish haven of wicked wilderness,.. this piece is gorgeously heavy and painted to the absolute perfection papi!!
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Date: 4/13/2025 12:07:00 PM
Oooo! This is interesting
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