Knocking the doors
Of my senses
My heart soars....
Urgent whispers, getting crisper
Beckoning, calling
My heart stirs...
Voices from past life?
Heart pierced by his knife
My heart cries....
Open the Door
Whats in store
My heart roars....
Oh God, whats that?
Bolt the doors
My heart combats....
I cant be yours
Let me be.
My heart implores....
In peace
That my plea
My heart is on lease...
Lets open the gates
To our next lifetime
My heart waits...
this is really good TO...one of your best i should say...well written and has a great flow...love...nalini
My Response TO: My Heart I was tapping on my angst memories in vain; Oh! Her senses awakened & heart mounted! I mellifluously murmured in mislaid thoughts; I wonder how her forlorn heart had the stir! I had truly stubbed the voices of my bygone; I am surprised, how my knife stabbed a heart. She now remains confused between thresholds; Combating her felon heart with a plea and cry! Confused remains her self, wanting just to be; And, believing in the rebirth of my expired soul!
Ummm, this isn't my personal best from your poems, but i love the concept and the structure. Preets
This pulls the reader in and kept up the flow throughout Love duncan X
I love the 'three' line stanzas, very cleverly written. Delightful to peruse. Love and hugs Ernestine XXX
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
'My heart is on lease' - what an utterly superb way of putting this. Your heart is a big and welcoming and deserving one, methinks. Finely penned. t x