Open Poetry #19 |
Tattered Heart |
RSEvans Senior Member
since 1999-10-23
Posts 1147Tulsa, OK, USA |
Who would turn a heart away? Given freely and without thought Now barren, cold and grey Which once vibrant did beat, all for naught. She turned away what was freely given Walked away from loves own gift By harsh word into solitude driven Now cold and lifeless and adrift. Who could kill a loving heart? What monster of passionless spite Could stab it from the very start Leave it cold and black as night? There is a void here, once was love A crying solitary soul Praying for death from up above To stop the unmercied toll. Who could stain and commit this feet Leave it in walking grave? Why the one for whom the heart did beat And only wished to save. Chivalry is not dead. I saw it coughing up lung butter last night, but it was still alive. I think it has parvo. |
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Mistletoe Angel
since 2000-12-17
Posts 32816Portland, Oregon |
(big hugggssssss) I too can't understand how such innocent hearts can always be broken by such unloving fools, sweet friedn, it too saddens me and my heart goes out to all the victims of this kind of ache! (sigh) God Bless You, sweet friend, we all love you so much, this is wonderful! You have such a beautiful heart, sweet Rob, thank you for sharing! May love and light always shine upon you! Love, Noah Eaton |
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Skyfire
since 2000-12-27
Posts 3381Riding |
This is just beautiful. Thank you for that excellent read. I am a geek!! |
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Enchantress Member Empyrean
since 2001-08-14
Posts 35113Canada eh. |
...and yet another beautiful write from you today Rob. Excellent. Hugs. ~Somewhere in my heart I'm always |
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ThisDiamond Member Rara Avis
since 2002-02-22
Posts 9353Michigan, USA |
The voice of your poetry is strong and angry... There is a healing in the burn of what hurts us. There is time, and our own soothing voice. (Spoken like a veteran) Very well done. ThisDiamond |
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Poet deVine
Administrator
Member Seraphic
since 1999-05-26
Posts 22612Hurricane Alley |
Technically this poem hits the mark. For pure emotion - it surpassed that mark. I enjoyed this sir. |
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