Open Poetry #39 |
War With Ourselves |
gypsyheartx Member
since 2006-02-09
Posts 104Istanbul-Turkey/U.S.-Maryland |
Blood-borne blessings That run through to the fingertips of our enemies; Those who we once called our own The faithful reminder that we just can’t see The dismal similarities between our steady breaths, Our pulsating hearts Our persisting pains The lines in the palms of your sisters show reflections Of the bridges we cross That stretch to grasp the earth, As single ties keep severing And a common hate covers the forsaken footsteps We have taken to reach the other side The holy wars of your brothers haven’t settled your mind So callous over the night In which we lost the hope, So that when the sky recedes to its impending doom There will be nothing left to see but Two hands that have finally acquainted In the midst of our worldly reflections |
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serenity blaze Member Empyrean
since 2000-02-02
Posts 27738 |
I thought this was great-- you took the theme of unity, gone unrecongized, which has been expounded upon many times and more times than many in cliche' and gave it a thoughtful and vivid perspective which is both unique and yet universal. Very impressive. |
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gypsyheartx Member
since 2006-02-09
Posts 104Istanbul-Turkey/U.S.-Maryland |
Thank you very much, you recognized exactly what I was trying to depict in my poem. Everyone should get get along; we're all brothers and sisters afterall ~Miranda~ |
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