Fist sized heart’s on a window ajar/
A salted thought yet scattered afar/
But a fallen star I will carry to sea/
So long I know who I come to see/
A curse in veins to bind these trails/
So doses now higher than taller tales/
Of inner peace for my inner conflict/
Raising childish hate oh I will be strict/
To nurture my wounds for such a day/
When all the pain will finally repay/
So the shadow of eyelids in cold moon/
Will taste like death but all too soon/
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I think your poem is great! I’m not able to go back and re read it but I really liked parts of it. Hopefully you have more to share?
Thank you honestly, I didn’t expect feedback. Let alone good feedback. I have quite a number and I will share regular. Thanks again.
PRETTY GOOD! BETTER THAN I COULD! 🙂
LET ME TRY 🙂
ROSES ARE RED
VIOLETS ARE BLUE
THIS POEM STINKS
AND SO DO I ????????