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Your mouth says
“I’m calm”
Your hands
Tell me to
Stop
Your eyes are
Screaming
So loudly my ears are
Ringing
And I feel like a rose:
Pretty to look at but
Useless
In a garden of pretty things and
pretty things and
You’re a tree bent down by the wind and
Shivering
He huffed and puffed
Blowing you down to splinters
I’m not a carpenter
I’m not good with my hands
Your eyes are
Screaming and
My eyes are
Pleading
For an answer
With hands
Praying
For a little glue
- Title: To BrokenHearted
- Artist: ceirwy
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Description:
A poem written to the brokenhearted friend who cried on my shoulder.
From Vera to Lisa. - Date: 10/08/2008
- Tags: brokenhearted
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Comments (2 Comments)
- bobodia10000 - 10/09/2008
- The stanzas were set too short and made it difficult to read with rhythm. The rhyming was ok but got off on certain parts; HOWEVER, I do believe that the personification you were using to represent a person and the way they dealt with a problem was excellent.
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- Evrana - 10/08/2008
- Well, thats certainly expressive, a lot of emotion and some great ideas. Some words and phrases though have been used in ppl's writing far to much so they lose effect and originality. But I love the idea(s) and it sweetness is pure. Its lovely. You have a kind heart.
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