I'll smash your back
I'll weaken your bones
I'll bury your lovers
To rot in the earth
I'll take your sons
Where they cannot be reached
I'll make your daughter
Rip her knickers down
I'll leave you alone
To collect memories
Then i'll take them too
And i'll be what's left
Wow that was brilliant. All great poems stem from strong emotions. I'm presuming your strongest emotion was anger. Did a family member die, you don't have to answer if that's too personal, I'm just curious!
You too will be left rotten to death cuz you just cannot grab the past in order to redeem the future, the fault line that seperates human from Angel or even God.
i'm hoping your talking about time and not yourself......anger is not a good emotion....over time it grows and can eat away at the soul.....kind of creepy but well done
much darker than your other poems. well written nonetheless. but much darker. i hope whatever caused they beauty of your poems to turn so dark is not here to stay my dear Floyd. Jen
As she gets older she will become more independant/ sexually active etc. Slowly becoming her own woman and flying the nest.
As in Green Soldiers, the symbolism eludes me. Why would Time 'make your daughter / rip her knickers down'? The last 2 couplets are quite chilling though.
a brutal revanche stem from the heart of a sensitive poet. an indignant poem! PeaCE.
and the smoke.. wraps sweet..tendrils.. around my face.. as this dance..resumes.. the frantic pace...in deed.. that is left to me... as my steeds fly back to score out the heart....iip
I'll leave you alone To collect memories Then i'll take them too And i'll be what's left..no harsh words are expected form genleman poet.. eventhought should not occure in your mind while writing peaceful messages. you may beburing within, but u should have double faced message. one to retain and anotehr to deliever. this you could do clevdrly but u hve failed to do it.....10 read mine revenge... i am disgrace
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Peace, my dear. why all this wrath! ! ! ! ! ! ! Why envy, it will die its own death, CP