Wishes walked
upon wonder's lands,
where wings drew weightless breath
and warning signs
flew dimly by,
as love
took stand...held pride
and how those soft songs
danced and dwelt
in ears
and hearts
and souls
to play two tunes
with petal's sighs;
give life to sun's demands.
Each garden gathered
honesty's buds
in beds of future bright
and light was shone
on diamond beats...
as bonds were formed with gold.
Promise sparkled
in every dream
as seams were stitched and darned,
old hidden hopes were given worth
and bells
began to chime.
Yet paths whinged weary
upon bend and bump
and palms crossed woe inside
until touched flesh
drew blood and loss
and beliefs began to cry.
This lie we lived
with falsity's might
gave its sight with blinded eyes
as naivety held a coward's curse
and left logic
far behind.
Forever soon dressed
in never's shawl
and promises wept to wilt
and soul sunk deep
within pain's depths
as despair clasped all inhales-
for there amidst those pretty stems
in the garden of nevermore,
thorns lie silent
in sorrow's soils
and winds blow without a care
and staring eyes all stop to see
the ruins
of this flower's demise...
as heavy soles
stamp hateful hues
upon shattered wishes
and broken smiles.
Author notes
Love lived life and found only the death of her dreams...
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This lie we lived
with falsity's might
gave its sight with blinded eyes
as naivety held a coward's curse
all your words were powerfully intoxicating, but those particular words kept me riveted. The mutual exclusiveness of sight with blinded eyes and naivety being a curse, fascinates me. You are truly a great poet.
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very lovely poem
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I vaguely remember this specifically reminds me of something I've never read before, probably in the future, whose striking parallels are wholly divergent with what you've left unsaid here. As I recall this isn't the first time you've abstracted the metaphor of analogy to deliver the ironic simile of an alliterative masterpiece to the fore with your untamed muse. !!!ovarB
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I thought this was very interesting, and nicely done. The very beginning of it is especially beautiful. The only thing I found to be awkward was the last line. It sort of jars out at me, like it doesn't fit. However, that may have been your intent. Well done!
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Neat
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what is it with me being emotional at the moment? this is the second poem in a matter of minutes to bring tears to my eyes - this was so eloquently written, so beautiful, so tender - truly, i felt as though it was written with the swirling loops of blood from a heart - filled with love, but also, you see the tints of empty memories and broken promises ....
i couldn't possibly pick my favourite phrase, or section - for all were so greatly worded, this was long - but kept my attention, which is unusual for free writes. thank you so much for entering this; when this poem is over, and i can see who everyone is [i don't have the ability to see who wrote what] i will return to read more of your poetry
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I was thinking of you this morning (not only this morning, but especially this morning) ... and now I see that there are only two poems on your page, I hope you are well, my sister ...
this verse here, except that it is masterfully crafted, evoking strong emotions, speaks to me of grief and deception ... I truly hope that all is well with you ...
much love,
marion
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excellent
Flows well. Good alliteration. The imagery is powerful and poignant. If you are looking for a title, I suggest: A flower's demise.
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"drew blood and loss
and beliefs began to cry."
The second "and" sounds a bit weird in there. But other than that, it's been a long time - and you haven't lost any touch.
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Hark... I hear a familiar voice!
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.....sorry for the spelling error...**both**
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wow
Do I say wow enough? This is bot beautiful and nearly morose, a balancing act few can accomplish. Excellent work! Thought of a title yet? -
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but I'm open to suggestions...
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I was thinking somthing like "rubberneck" ... This poem reminds me of an accident on the highway that causes a traffic jam; not because it actually blocked the roadway but because everyone just had to slow down and look at the carnage. Curiosity killed the cat? Maybe others as well.
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