Open Poetry #13 |
Bleeding Soul (re-post) |
Daniel J D Senior Member
since 2000-10-01
Posts 1471Hillcrest, Queensland, Australia |
Bleeding Soul. The rage of the anger ceased The war of words are appeased My hand bleeds from thorns Piercing my palm's veins Stretching the red rose out to you Tumbling along the corridor of love Falling down the pits of terror's cove Sitting near the rocky shore Reflecting if it is worth it once more A deep gaze at the wavy horizon Sends a misty awakening in motion My soul has bled far too many times The search for happiness rhymes Through my fingers' joints As the depths of my words' points To a meaningful desire for freedom From the oblivion of near martyrdom It is here within my soul's anger At the very tip of my finger That the bleeding ceases to flow It is here within my poetry that I sow The seeds of happiness, and compassion For my soul needs a real companion The "Poem", my lifelong support Always there, in the midst of my discomfort Respond to my call and let the waves of my heart fill your life with the wonders of love |
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Irish Rose Member Patricius
since 2000-04-06
Posts 10263 |
This is absolutely breathtaking, Daniel.....in every way Kathleen Blake |
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Justbleu Member Elite
since 1999-08-31
Posts 3329Oregon, Originally From Alaska :) |
So sad yet, I'm glad there lies comfort somewhere!!!! Bridgette "Somewhere, somehow, it should be possible to touch someone and never let go again. To hold someone, not for a moment but forever." Unknown |
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