Tears tho i shed
turns into rhymes
with blood thus I wrote
stories of denials
Rising falling everyday
staring into fake display
a canvas which I put on wall
turned white, colorless
reflecting pale
The sorrow tho I wore
I knead them with tears
a sack full of pain
is my earning put by fate
The yearnings thus I yearn
promissed love of my own
boat made of hopes
flooded away by denials
I love the pain especially, when you write about it... A true picture of anguish of an insightful mind...
Your poems(broken-heart especially) exude so much of honesty mingled with beautiful imagery, pain, anguish and true love inside. No dramatics atall! ! ! I write rather dramatically........may be because I am not in the age of falling in love.........Please take a look at my small pieces MY QUESTIONS and LOVE~LOVER.........................10
Very emotional. Your second stanza is quite effective. Warm regards, Sandra
I love your first stanza! ! ! it is greatly written! ! ! very good job. Rising falling everyday staring into fake display i put on a fake display for most people or they make up their own of me just because I can squat almost 400 lb dose not make me stonge. Becca
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
well expressed! a true meaning of tears really an emotional piece of write but its one of my favourite poem as i love these type of poems. good job! regrds maryam