My Fathers Sorrow

So I went to an art gallery the other day to find some inspiration for poetry and this is what happened. Enjoy.

My fathers heavy head has fallen,

Onto palms which weep 

Their masters sorrow,

His children whisper promises 

Against the already broken morrow. 

His ears grow cold to the serpents slurs,

A weary mind, a heavy heart

Trying boldly to bear the brunt

Of ignorance born and birthed

From a sweet seed.

Uncertainty and cold bitterness

Conjure in his soul, he beckons it back. 

For my father knows not the anger

Of the broken world but rather he knows

The pain his children feel when they fall. 

Reviews

[dirtdevilof96]

great poem cant wait to read your others

[Mel Lisa]

love the rhythm of this piece! nice word usage. great writing skills!

[Sarah Coll]

Thank you!

[Frieda P]

Would love to know which piece of art inspired this one, I quite like where you went with this write, it's dark and conjures up a few different scenarios in the mind whilst reading. Nicely pen'd.

[Sarah Coll]

It was a few different pictures, think in future i'll take notes on them and write them more specifically. Thank you very much!

[Sapphire Naylor]

I really like this poem, it was a wonderful read. :) It has a dark underlining tone but the words flow beautifully and add to the emotion of the poem. Well done :)

[Sarah Coll]

many thanks!