Let me rise from the deads

I am lost in a reverie

I cannot see her truth, she will not see mine

And the weak heart in me freezes

But I rejoice in spring winds

Over blue clouds I run

hoping to steal some joy for my heart

to fill some provocation into it.

 

Seasons haunts and I am stuck in revelations

Ready to loose myself of useless configurations

I am not a subject of importance

For long , I have't smiled from the heart.

 

I have become a poem that every broken heart cherishes

My verses shred me inside my terrible aloneness

My roots of spiritual prudence endure.

I explored the mighty death and finally

Knew the meaning of life

I return to the living,with an eternal hope.

 

Reviews

[gombeggar]

YOU NEED TO CAP YER TITLES...how can u be putting together such well done stanzas of poetry and keep forgetting the slightest bits of tech writing rules

[Balkaran Sidhu]

I must confess I am not so good at this...and i guess i don't need to confess because you have been saying this to me from a while now...and i don't know how to improve

[gombeggar]

u just gotta be careful and re-read yer stuff...u'll get the hang of it...i was never any good at editing way back...now it's 2nd nature...and i'm worse on mahself if u can believe that the way i type freehand in mah remarks here...u put down plenty of fine lines in yer work...just be a little more thoughtful about the looks of things before u post it'll come to u with practice

[stephen dillon]

needs more unlikely words sounds too common