A display of my broken heart, splattered on the door,
a vision of my love torn apart, in a picture on my wall.
Love, hate, happiness and despair,
my broken soul is splattered there,
for all but me to see.
My heart you never wanted, you threw it right away
love I don't have anymore, I search from day to day.
A display of my broken heart, splattered on the door,
a picture of my soul, in view, there on the wall,
for all but me to see.
A contest entry
- what do you see by serenity silvermoon.
425 points, ended April 21, 2007, 11 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
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The same picture gives each of us different meanings - congratulations on winning bronze in this contest -
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this was sad but a good use of feeling in this wonderful poem great job
you are a great poet thanks for sharing and keep that pen flowing
thanks for sharing and god bless you forever and always
sign dianna lee green also knowed as serenity lynn silvermoon
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Poor broken heart!!
Wow, I really can sense your feelings of being thrown away! But, not just thrown away, but "splattered." I like the depth of this word used in your poem here. Something that splatters wasn't dropped, or laid down...it was thrown with force, carelessly, and with intent to hurt...as I read in your words.
Good work!
*R
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Thank you so much for your wonderful comment and applaud, i really appreciate it.. peace and light always xx
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