Human Nature

I am sorry for what I am,

Please hold me with Grace,

I cannot cover this blemish,

Without removing my face

 

I run from the devil,

With whom I flirt,

I long for Your presence,

Yet return to the dirt

 

With it holding me down,

You raise me up,

Its sword in my side,

I drink from Your cup

Reviews

[Cerebriation]

Again, flawless meter and flow. The wording here is awesome as well. I can imagine running from some demon. The sorrow is unmistakable. I also like the capitalization of the word Your, as if an allusion to a God. The brevity adds much to this piece as well. It begins and ends abruptly, after three seemingly dissimilar ideas. Awesome work!

[PortraitsOfTheHeart]

Thank you! I appreciate it!

[Coyote Poetry]

Honest, powerful and good words and thoughts shared. I liked the flow of thoughts leading to good ending. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[PortraitsOfTheHeart]

Thanks so much!

[Coyote Poetry]

You are welcome.

[Tiana]

I can appreciate how much you play with death and the darker images.

[KTizzle]

I think this is nicely done. I loved the play of language like in the first stanza where it says, "hold me with grace/I cannot cover this blemish/without removing my face." I also enjoyed the lines where it says, "Yet return to the dirt" symbolizing death. I liked the next stanza giving a tone of forgiveness and redemption.

Just like the previous review, I do admire the flow work.

This poem captures for me my love for religion. People say religion spreads blindness and corruption, but this poem highlights for me the goodness of it, which is that it saves people from themselves, and that's a good thing. I once talked with this lady about how God had saved her from drugs and I thought it was a beautiful story.

Good work!

Thanks for posting!

[PortraitsOfTheHeart]

Thank you for your fantastic reviews. I appreciate you actually taking the time to write such well-thought critiques!