Delicate

Delicate

A Poem by Poetic Solace
"

People are fragile things... You need to understand that...

"

"Sticks and stone will break my bones, but words will always scar me..."

 

Delicate...
That's what hearts are
That's what lives are
We're fragile
Easily trampled
Easily broken

Hearts don't mend right away
Lives don't change right away
But we, as humans are too impaitent
We don't sit there
Waiting for things to change

We can't sit there
We move things
We set things in motion

Did you realize that
When you said those words,
Those small delicate words
Ruined my sanctuary?

No,
I don't think so...

I don't think you see the full scope of your actions
Because here I stand
Broken and beaten
Because I can't stand up to you
Because I don't want to hurt you
Because I can't...

© 2009 Poetic Solace


Compartment 114
Compartment 114
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I don't think you see the full scope of your actions
Because here I stand
Broken and beaten
Because I can't stand up to you
Because I don't want to hurt you
Because I can't...

So, many truths in this poem. It displays the heartbeat of life's truth.

Posted 15 Years Ago


WOW! I really loved this poem. So powerful, so expressive, yet "delicate". I think you did a terrific job on this poem. I absolutely loved it! All I can say is wow! Beautifully done.

Posted 15 Years Ago


I like you're repetition of words and I really like the third stanza. However I felt the topic was a little cliche and I don't really like you using "heart" and "break" in the same stanza. Maybe if you were a little bit less obvious, more showing than telling.

Posted 15 Years Ago



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Poetic Solace
Poetic Solace

Stalker, MN



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