Uriah Hamilton

Acquiesce - Poem by Uriah Hamilton

At the incline
Of the mountain,
Wild roses bloom
Dark red
Like the puddle
Of blood
At a murder scene.

I slowly walk alone
The hillside of isolation
Like an Easter Parade
Depleted of joy
And reduced to a funereal dirge.

I don’t think,
She will ever understand
How badly I was hurt
When she refused to acquiesce
To give me her hand.

Comments about Acquiesce by Uriah Hamilton

  • (8/8/2007 12:16:00 AM)

    Your depth is bottomless, bringing forth the beauty in your pain and sadness... I've been missing your writes.
    Amazingly deep and vivid. Thanks!

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  • (7/28/2007 5:47:00 PM)

    Touching and sad...Those wild roses must be very very red!

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  • (7/28/2007 5:45:00 PM)

    Uriah, you have such a talent for turning sadness into beauty.
    Anna xxx

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  • (7/28/2007 5:42:00 PM)

    No one speaks the language of sadness more eloquently than you do. Beautiful, as always, Uriah.

    Warmest regards,


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Poem Submitted: Saturday, July 28, 2007

Poem Edited: Friday, March 25, 2011

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