Blinded Lover

Blinded Lover

A Poem by Barbara Borel

Your eyes are blinded with tears of remorse. That love you felt now shattered with force.

Thy lips they speak with angelic tounge. That only heavenly angels can be sung.

My once deaf ears now hear your voice. Never once giving me a choice.

Your lips so sweet and eyes of gold, take me away, take my soul.

Hold my hand my lips do kiss. Send me to eternal bliss. #mylipsdokiss

© 2016 Barbara Borel


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This poem has real nice flow and overall is lovely. It certainly, conveys heartbreak. Wish the language was a little more original, but there is nothing wrong with keeping it simple either.

Posted 8 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Barbara Borel

8 Years Ago

Yes sometimes get in my whimsical mood
Remorse and the desire are hard to separate at times. It leaves one questioning their own decisions. Love is a bond that is not broken easily, it takes pain and lots of tears.

Nice writing Barbara. :)

Posted 8 Years Ago


My favorite line was,"our eyes are blinded with tears of remorse. That love you felt now shattered with force ".Wow wow wow gave me the chills ^~^ Further more it's cute Barbara ,don't mind but I think this one cannot be compared with all your other pieces cause they were beautiful and I could feel your feelings through them but this one I can't feel anything after the first line I guess. I am not saying it's bad though I think it's cute it's just it doesn't seem like you gave your all on this one . But don't worry you'll recover fast ,(i can't recover fast though LOL) Anyway Nice you go girl ;)

Posted 8 Years Ago


Barbara Borel

8 Years Ago

Thank you Luna

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Added on December 26, 2016
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Barbara Borel
Barbara Borel

Metairie , LA



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Born and raised in New Orleans. Use words as a way of expressing myself. I dont write for an audience or to get praise or please anyone. Writing is therapy. In my eyes expressing words in paper... th.. more..

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