Ace Of Black Hearts

Rookie - 461 Points (04/17/1984 / Homa Lousiana)

Giving Up The Gold. - Poem by Ace Of Black Hearts

Yes I'm perfectly fine, fine as a butterfly flapping in the summer breeze.
Words to inspire and ignite fires.
But I'm not pulling any teeth with pliers.
No pain dealt.
The fuzz of some pretty felt.
A heart set in a glass too melt.
Yes the book does burn.
But is it hot enough?
To satisfy, to quell, esteems upheld.
Hearty ghost, mighty divine to roast.
Cheer and jeers attached to empty toast,
Is it a meaningless frost?
Was there really no reason to be so cold?
A fool and his gold.
I am him.
So take it.


Comments about Giving Up The Gold. by Ace Of Black Hearts

  • Gold Star - 34,112 Points Gajanan Mishra (5/19/2013 1:03:00 AM)

    words to inspire, thanks,
    I invite you to read my poems and comment. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, May 19, 2013

Poem Edited: Wednesday, September 11, 2013


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