Ace Of Black Hearts
Ace Of Black Hearts Poems
|1482.||The Poor Old Woman||4/27/2012|
|1483.||The Nuts Who Love Poetry Porno||5/1/2013|
|1484.||(love&Death Poem) A (I Love You) Final Resting Place||6/27/2011|
|1486.||Work, Work, Work||9/15/2011|
|1487.||The Fight Of Your Life.||6/4/2011|
|1488.||(life Poem/Short Story) A Really Bad Day||1/22/2012|
|1489.||(angry Poem) Absolute Destruction||6/8/2011|
|1490.||(angry Poem) Burnt||6/5/2011|
|1492.||The Forest Fire||6/26/2011|
|1494.||A Whisper That Wants To Be A Scream||9/26/2011|
|1496.||Missing You Still My Dear Friend||6/12/2011|
|1497.||If My Poem Upset You, I'M Just So Sorry||6/19/2011|
Comments about Ace Of Black Hearts
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.
Child Of Life
A family man made from anarchist.
an honest man made from a narcissist.
How a child changes things.
What was once their is now gone.
Planted in the ground and taken root.
A lost soul not so lost anymore.
What would happen if it was all taken away?
That would be a very dark day. Indeed.
Ripping the heart out and watching it bleed.