My spirit is on its knees
My will is willing to give up
My heart is unrecognizable, bludgened, bleeding, bruised and broken
Years of seaching...for What?
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Sufficient spoken by words just to be recognized. Sufficient to be alone to catch the thread of love. Good write.
Thanks for sharing such a wonderful poem, Vicky! Also, congrats on this poem being chosen as 'poem of the day''. Well-deserved! .
There is nothing more emotion-provoking then new or lost love..... which is why poems about such are plentiful. You will never outperform the likes of Shakespeare, Browning, or Angelou in such things... You have talent. I'm jaded, but still will suggest you write about things that you find in life - not about things you want in life... From Amy Lowell - A Decade When you came ....you were like red wine and honey, And the taste of you burnt ........my mouth with its sweetness. Now you are like morning bread, Smooth and pleasant, I hardly taste you at all, for I know your savor, But I am completely nourished. Remove yourself from your poetry - read it undetached. Does it evoke the same commonality that Amy stressed? Love poetry can be wonderful - but it must be superb or it is nothing but an idle thought.
Very nice, except for the misspelled word mentioned by Babatunde Aremu. Congratulations for having it selected as poem of the day on January 15 for three years in a row now!
Talking of human emotion which is temporal. Nice write but do you mean to say 'bludgeoned'?
Like the expanded couplet in the last three lines, the capital in What surprises..a good poem
Reflection At night when you climb into bed The thoughts of the day in your head Do you drift into sleep Or fall into the deep Fine-linen, debating, bedstead
sometimes, we escape from reality using ' only teasing '! well done!
Still love you