Dark Poetry #2 |
Your Hearts War |
Hardrock Senior Member
since 2000-02-14
Posts 948New Hampshire, USA |
Your Hearts War While you went out to fight the war, I stood knocking at your door. While you with sword and shield held high, N’er came home, you chose to die. You chose your battle, you chose your war, While I stood knocking at your door. I wanted nothing more from you, Than fireside warmth, a cup of brew. I could have told you ‘bout the war, Could have showed you scars and more. Could have told you how to win, But you weren’t there to let me in. We old soldiers never die, We never flinch, we never cry. For our scars, we learned to pay, We live to love another day. I came to teach you this, my friend, But you weren’t there to let me in. Your door you’ve locked, your window barred, Would letting me in have been so hard? I didn’t come your heart to steal, I meant no harm, your soul to feel. I know I’m old, worn out and gray, But love will come again someday. So while you dangle on your rope, My heart is filled with love and hope, Experience I wanted to share with you, And have a laugh, drink a brew. I stood knocking at your door, I came as friend and nothing more. I stood knocking at your door, While you were fighting your hearts war. |
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Deborah1 Senior Member
since 2000-06-22
Posts 653New Hampshire |
This made me stop and think, there are so many things in this life thats hard to understand, I liked this, read it twice, says alot!! Thanks Hardrock, Deborah1 |
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MagnoliaBlue Member
since 2000-05-12
Posts 367 |
*knock knock...be right there!* Very good.Speaks of many things. ~So while you dangle on your rope, My heart is filled with love and hope, Experience I wanted to share with you, And have a laugh, drink a brew. I stood knocking at your door, I came as friend and nothing more. I stood knocking at your door, While you were fighting your hearts war.~ These are great lines! Keep writing! MagnoliaBlue |
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LuckyinLove Member
since 2000-06-25
Posts 57Australia |
Oh Hardrock, if you came knocking at my door i would let you in. I don't have any scars, yet i still have wounds, maybe there just not healed yet. But the medicine of Passions is certainly making me feel good. Rhyming see I do know how to spell it. |
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Jeremiah Johnson Senior Member
since 2000-06-08
Posts 1223Brooksville, Fl, U.S |
i liked this read because i can feel it. because people don't seem to understand me. I'm a dying romantic and when i can no longer write i can no longer live -Jeremiah Johnson- |
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lotharingia Senior Member
since 2000-06-04
Posts 897saarbruecken, Germany |
The imagery in this is very effective, and unfortunately just too true. How often I think to myself: why do we speak when we can't communicate? A great poem. Lotharingia "For God's sake, he's a poet. Poets are meant to feel miserable. Otherwise, what the hell are they here for? What are they going to write about?" Tom Holland |
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Paula Finn Member Ascendant
since 2000-06-17
Posts 5546missouri |
Maybe you just knocked on the wrong door friend...sometimes you get sore knuckles before the right door opens |
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SpitFire Member Elite
since 2000-04-19
Posts 2396 |
~Keep knocking. Try the next street. Love your work. Glad you joined...you make a wonderful addition here. Take care. *Peace. |
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