Treasure Island

Bless Villena

(12/26/1982 / Philippines)

Heal Me


Alone I am
mood is gray
mind is blank
Where's the pink and peaches?
Where's the warm glow all around?

In my mind I see
white on white
feathers kiss my cheek
light absorbs the gray
Hug me please?
take me away
and make me smile

I open my eyes
I'm still here
My angel come back
I miss your light
take me away
and heal me

Submitted: Monday, February 25, 2008
Edited: Friday, April 18, 2008
Listen to this poem:

Do you like this poem?
0 person liked.
0 person did not like.

Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

What do you think this poem is about?

Comments about this poem (Heal Me by Bless Villena )

Enter the verification code :

  • Brennan Scotland (3/18/2008 11:41:00 AM)

    Astounding poem written by an astounding poet! I can feel your pain through your writing and I hope you find a way to ease your suffering. But its never easy. PLEASE keep writing! (Report) Reply

Read all 2 comments »

Top Poems

  1. Phenomenal Woman
    Maya Angelou
  2. The Road Not Taken
    Robert Frost
  3. If You Forget Me
    Pablo Neruda
  4. Still I Rise
    Maya Angelou
  5. Dreams
    Langston Hughes
  6. Annabel Lee
    Edgar Allan Poe
  7. If
    Rudyard Kipling
  8. I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings
    Maya Angelou
  9. Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
    Robert Frost
  10. Invictus
    William Ernest Henley

PoemHunter.com Updates

New Poems

  1. Why? Why? Why?, Praghyanjali Pal
  2. I Cannot At Will Summon The Tone Of Beauty, Shalom Freedman
  3. O, God, Neela Nath
  4. The Seed of Greatness, Silas Egbowon
  5. Metamorphosis, Musfiq us shaleheen
  6. Scent of the Rain, Steven Rhoads
  7. Limits to Eternity, The Princess
  8. Reflecting Shadows, RoseAnn V. Shawiak
  9. What is love, gajanan mishra
  10. Women, Nassy Fesharaki

Poem of the Day

poet Henry Lawson


The old year went, and the new returned, in the withering weeks of drought,
The cheque was spent that the shearer earned,
and the sheds were all cut out;
...... Read complete »

   

Member Poem

[Hata Bildir]