Dew drops on a blood-stained fieldA Poem by Sherbs Dreaming Tree Of PoetrySomething that popped up when reading comments that my poetry was getting a bit repeatable so i'm going to change the structure and subject of my poetry to kind of a Gothicy Romancey style
I walk through this field,
Or graveyard, For misconstrued lovers, Unlucky souls more like, Walking past the bodies of her past, With theirs hearts removed, I look around to pieces of flesh, What appeared to be parts of heart, The stagnant stench of death, Lurking in the air, I glanced around for signs of life, The air, like the smell, was dead, Where is the creator of this monstrosity?, This foul temptress of love and seduction, How do we stop this malpractice of love, This evil deity of false pretences, It can never be stopped, For this deity is life, An unorthodox creature, Of misery and sorrow.
© 2011 Sherbs Dreaming Tree Of PoetryAuthor's Note
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19 Reviews Added on February 22, 2011 Last Updated on February 22, 2011 AuthorSherbs Dreaming Tree Of PoetryKirkcaldy, Sherbs house on Sherbs street :D, United KingdomAboutI am Sherb of Sherbs Dreaming tree, Come inside and see, My marvellous range of tea. Haha Im Sherb I love poetry, it was my life for wuite a while and i have been suffering an 18 month block .. more..Writing
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