Tess Connor

Rookie (30/10/1992 / Mt Gambier)

Blood Stained - Poem by Tess Connor

Blood stained carpets, blood stained sheets
Blood stained hands, blood stained feet
Blood stained clothes and a blood stained knife
Blood stained world, blood stained life
Blood stained wrist, blood stained bade
Blood stained ring pull of the blood stained grenade
My blood stained thoughts and blood stained dreams
Are in response to my blood stained scheme
The blood stained words in my blood stained phrase
Constitute the end of my blood stained days


Comments about Blood Stained by Tess Connor

  • Rookie Virginia Pecho Gely (12/30/2011 3:00:00 AM)

    A lonely poem, full of exasperations...this is perhaps an end. Dying and the want of it, is a beginning of agonizing terror and fright of what is there after the act....
    A poem of pure analysis of an inner agony and solitary battle of existance.
    I could say honestly that the poet has the hope to overcome it all...through this write.
    Thanks for sharing, Tess and continue to explore...Keep a candle burning, it helps to see through the lines and verses....Virginia (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, March 12, 2010

Poem Edited: Monday, September 19, 2011


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