Ace Of Black Hearts

Ace Of Black Hearts Poems
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Mothers' Love
It rips at the soul the way only a mothers love could do.
The freshness of it is yet of the autumn dew.
Trees start to turn the colors of reds, yellows and orange.
And then is the sadness in which it comes. the first brown leaf being crumbled up and blowing away.
It becomes dirt and creates something new.
A little baby sprout is growing from it.
It carries but the very features she has.
One day too, she'll become like the freshness of the autumn dew.
Not Alone
Inspired emotions.
Tapping into the river of devotion.
Words to create my ocean.
My battleship is my heart.
On the march, on the move.
Somethings you just can't lose.
Sometimes it's not something you get choose.
Letting it loose.
The disenfranchised over-compensating ego.
Dear Sir,
A very sweet and nice poem this one. i liked it.
Black hearts reformed into one sculpture of one dark chamber, the Ace...As black poetry be your wall, framing the soul, mind, thought and yourself inside it...but dont be fooled by the dark heart color as inside it is brighter..like a bulb covered by black glass but when it sparking light the bright still reach outside..you too...sometimes it sounds dark by poetry but the true of what you mean carry the contrast...that is the pureness of Ace, Ace of Black Hearts...a talented poet in other words if i can say here_Soul