Amanda Lukas

Rookie (Ft. Lauderdale, FL)

A Desperate Heart - Poem by Amanda Lukas

A desperate heart,
tattered and torn and forgotten.
Stomped and grinded into
concrete of her life.
Hoping,
Wishing,
Praying for something.
Anything to undo what's been done.
To finally say what's been left unsaid for so many years.
If you see her on the street,
Do you smile
or do you look down at the sidewalk
and ignore her pleading eyes?
The fingers on her two rough hands
lock together nightly in prayer.
Do yours?
I wouldn't think so.
So you are able to buy out a jewelry store.
She is able to tell a story without ever speaking.
Who's the richer?


Comments about A Desperate Heart by Amanda Lukas

  • (11/23/2007 12:11:00 PM)


    A Johnny Cash song would be so inappropriate here. But I got to sing it anyway. It expresses how it feels: 'Flushed From The Bathroom Of Your Heart' No romantic was he.
    Tom
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  • (4/5/2007 3:19:00 PM)


    WOW! This poem is awesome! The last part is amazing. Most people think life is about the 'stuff', when it's really about the people. This is one of the best poems I have ever read and I'd like to put it down as a favorite. (Report) Reply

  • (11/3/2006 2:09:00 PM)


    This is expressing the sorrow and sadness to the reader's heart. It's like a gloomy picture of depression occurring between autumn and winter. (Report) Reply

  • (1/1/2006 3:43:00 PM)


    Such a great idea for a poem, and so nicely put together: imagery very good, great words, great felings! Therefore, A great poem! (Report) Reply

  • (12/24/2005 11:08:00 AM)


    I felt the poem almost formulaic until the question you pose at the end. And I found that a VERY interesting juxtaposition. In a way, I agree with Uriah. But of course, the distraught woman's emotions, transmuted some day, will bring a rich harvest. (Report) Reply

  • (12/16/2005 1:16:00 PM)


    It sound like both are bankrupt to a certain degree. (Report) Reply

  • (12/16/2005 12:46:00 PM)


    i guess if i had the money to buy a week's worth of coffee i'd give her some....and yes, my hands do. My heart is the same way. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, December 16, 2005

Poem Edited: Sunday, February 19, 2006


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