jack green

Rookie - 44 Points (Chattanooga, Tennessee)

Barren Is The Vine - Poem by jack green

The cracked cobblestone memories, are heavy with time.
As are the wrinkles, on my once young face.
Carved by the years, burned by the sun, barren is the vine.
Cold fingers now reap the harvest, of this empty place.
Gone are the flowers of spring, from my mind.
Drowned by the water of pain's cold everlasting embrace.

Comments about Barren Is The Vine by jack green

  • Heather Wilkins (10/8/2013 6:50:00 PM)

    one are the flowers of Spring from my mind. the flowers fade as time goes on. a lovely write. (Report) Reply

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  • Sara Fielder (1/26/2012 9:46:00 AM)

    This poem is perfection Jack. You really should write more my friend. (Report) Reply

  • (1/23/2012 12:39:00 AM)

    chilling! Another great poem! - really love the feel and images this one creates! ! (Report) Reply

  • (12/30/2011 12:02:00 PM)

    A haunting piece....I've read it thrice and will continue to come back to this. Sends a slight shiver down my spine. (Report) Reply

  • Adeline Foster (12/27/2011 4:39:00 PM)

    Fine poem, - Read mine We the Unencumbered -
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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, December 27, 2011

Poem Edited: Saturday, January 12, 2013

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