THe leFt pOeM....

Sitting under this tree I speak to myself
Rumblings of the storm can portray my life
Every drop of it reminds me of a tear
Every second is moving like its an year

Drenched in the rain so lonley I cry
Left my heart away I let it to fly
Lost its wings and fell in thorns
Killed itself it couldnt take pain upon

Groped like a satans claw, came the solitariness
Tore my soul apart, draged me into emptiness
In my dear's dream I live
As long as my soul survive

Worse grew to worst
And my heart became hard
As long as you hate
Grows my love

An unfilled or... rather to be said.. when am in trance.. :)

3 comments:

  1. Hi! Stopping by from the UBC and Facebook.

    What an interesting idea, writing poems to share. I sometimes post a photo gallery, but I hadn't thought of poems.

    What was your inspiration for this poem?

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  2. Good poem. Now as I've told some of my employees, it's best to get paid for that talent. You may want to consider the poetry contests on Poets and Writers Digest. It's online. I've had one employee win 5 contests and make $400 from it.

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