Open Poetry #22 |
Child of Love |
WhileIWasGone Member
since 2002-07-18
Posts 486 |
I am the breath of dawn, felt in the air, the spark of love, seen deep within his eyes, the feel of silk; his fingers in her hair, the warmth in his touch, as it brings her sighs. I’m the seed of hope, growing in her womb, the beat of a heart, that will live…to die, the cry of the innocent, from the tomb, will never know how to learn...how to cry. I’m the fear, the pain, an unwanted birth; the tears of joy, that she will never share, the child of love, that will leave from this earth, just torn from her womb…why couldn’t they care? I am the voice of angels, heard above; who welcome their child, with undying love. |
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Magnus
since 2001-10-10
Posts 14135South Carolina, USA |
A sad part of procreation...which we live with every day...and many a young woman or girl carries that moment of their life till their own death takes the linger of what never was...away... Your talent is showing very well Dea.... |
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TradingSpaces19 Member
since 2002-08-31
Posts 134Arvada, Colorado |
This is a good poem, but it is sad it made me cry but thats okay, I hope to read more from you soon. Thank you for sharing it with everyone! Andrea Kruckenberg TradingSpaces19@hotmail.com If you ever want to or need to talk feel free to email me. |
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wranx Member Elite
since 2002-06-07
Posts 3689Moved from a shack to a barn |
I am the voice of angels, heard above; who welcome their child, with undying love yes. amor ~Ed |
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bsquirrel
since 2000-01-03
Posts 7855 |
H., The sadness and beauty of two places. |
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the_loner_23 Member Ascendant
since 2002-06-08
Posts 5479Jacksonville, Florida, USA |
Awesome write Cold hands means a warm heart |
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